By : Ben Mazer
3 min read
Through all the streets which lead to you, I love you.
The shadows fall in evening traffic's rush
to shine a lamplight on the stern facade
of high decorum in the royal manner.
This gets to you, prefiguring the focus
of future projects and fertility.
I am coolth let out upon the evening
rides high the wind and barrels for their feeling
I sport no guy but aimless macadam,
focused on winning, for the national team!
Corrupt politicians and drug pushers mix.
Everyone marries. True love is north nor south.
I will get there late in the day, in a storm,
and sleep like a baby in the new world.
Mazer's forthcoming collection is The Ruined Millionaire (MadHat Press). He lives in Cambridge.
This poem chosen by Art & Letters Magazine @editorsartletters
Originally published in-print in Boston Compass Newspaper #150 September 2022
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