A Poem from Janet Cannon's  Poetry Room at IsleWrite.com

powell street spring

seemingly
simulating pig-latin
language

rolling through urban
avenue advantages

she screams: springtime
no one listens

she screams: springtime
no one understands

she screams: springtime
no one responds

to the tender tunes
she screams

mimicking birds
on a country day
in the city


Poem by  Janet Cannon

Previously published in
Power Ball