Alexandria, VA
here, outside my window
a crow moves without pressure,
over the dead leaves
that cruel September has left behind.
it’s a time of indecision,
down by the water front.
The lake tightly holds beams
of sunlight and a narrow deck,
might lead us to an unknown city-
A water city,
or just a garden. Rosemary bushes
guide us to Armageddon.
“We live as we dream
-Alone ” and in a matter of seconds
the boats disappeared.
and with them the sails
and dried daisies
and lilacs.
“Here and now have ceased to matter”
There is going to be a ball,
the other way, down that passage.
Down by the waterfront
the water has evaporated under the heat
of a cradling August.
– Angie
About the poet –
Angie is a young woman in her 20s from Italy. She’s dedicated to translating her unique reality for those around her, offering a fresh perspective on life through her eyes.
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