A Poem from Janet Cannon's
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new city
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it was nearly nine that night
before i realized the only
words i'd spoken all day
were one slice and a large
black coffee
please and
thank you walking by
apartment building doors
for hours in my new city
this week exploring the
always busy air walking
around shadows like an
anonymous ghost observing
sounds of urban adventure
testing images with thoughts
of maybe belonging to this
square spaces place unknown
to my rural road memories
of familiar organic curves
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Poem by Janet Cannon
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Previously published in
The Sandy River Review
(University of Maine, Farmington, ME)
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