At the 52nd Street Subway Station NYC
by Marcel Aime Duclos

Dear Mr Stevens
You vowed to write poetry
as a response
a response        you said
to give answer        you said
to the dark necessity
the necessity to
get the   world   right

Wallace
May I call you Wallace
I am struggling
to get my world right
while tonight
a small boy's world is not right
while a small boy waits
by the subway entrance
while a small boy hugs
a torn and street-soiled backpack
fists his only token
hesitates at the turnstile
prays the uncle
the drunken uncle
will not come visiting tonight

Mr Wallace Stevens        sir
I vow to never stop
writing.



 

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