New York just By John Yamrus

New York just

wasn’t
the same.

i remember
as a kid
everything was
grey and brown

like the old movies,

and my uncle
had this
2nd floor
walk-up
with a single bulb
hanging from a wire
at the top of the stairs.

i remember the night
someone dropped
a bag of bottles
down the steps,
and the neighbors yelled
and my uncle yelled back
and the soft greys and warm browns
felt safe
and we lounged around
in the alleys of the universe.

no, New York’s not
the same.

nothing is.

except for maybe
that old girl,
sorrow.

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Since 1970 John Yamrus has published 2 novels and 15 volumes of poetry. More than 900 of his poems have appeared in magazines around the world. Selections of his work have been translated into several languages, most recently, Romanian.

2 Comments
  1. Reply
    Terry Collett
    September 20, 2009 at 3:21 pm

    I am a great admirer of John’s poetry and this is a good example of his poetry at its best.

  2. Reply
    john yamrus
    September 21, 2009 at 8:39 am

    thanks, terry. just think…this is my 40th year in publishing! i’ve officially become a geezer!

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