Written By Sean

by SF.NY 14 lines / each 10 syllables Interrupted by trains and steam, cars too When we walked along a gust blew us through To the underworld, bums and homeless too A softness, though, it’s Saturday today Removed from urban, feet set in the sun You lent me some shades, that gave me some grace On through the jungle, your backyard or door Seems pyramids sometimes arise outside too The subway platform, once more, powerful With empties of cans, Cola and beer gone From Kansas to Oz, the gods hadn’t seen The revised rabbit magician that knows Where one world ends and another might start Same as this sonnet’s, slowly stopping now