Wednesday, April 29, 2015

NaPoWriMo, Day Twenty-Nine, Poem Twenty-Four





Crossing T

Nurses nest green
pastures uproot
at Longwood,

earth salted by sweat
late art students

business majors preen
over permanent record.


Code Orange
seizure patient
shrivles to wet embryo
train workers bring wipes.

Riders read off
stroke questions
from printed poster.


Red line climbs
Dorchester heights
pumps our blood
through city heart.

By Inbound end
runs so thin
forget our start.



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