FRONT STREET

FRONT STREET

A heavy metal door slams tightly

forcing calm footed pigeons up,

vibrating humid air

as they rise over the backside of

Front Street.

Clotheslines run between red bricked buildings,

like knife blades over the alley

as curtains flap against peeling window frames

hoping for escape.

Rusted fire escapes provide summer

comfort for gossip and wine

and hearts heavy like anchors

that toss on sleepless nights.

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