This – Ralph Angel


Above: Dark Foothills by Lesley Jones


You can find a reading of this poem by Ralph Angel himself here.



Ralph Angel

Today, my love,
leaves are thrashing the wind
just as pedestrians are erecting again the buildings of this drab
forbidding city,
and our lives, as I lose track of them,
are the lives of others derailing in time and
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