Utilitarian art
boxes in Duffy square.
Girders and panels rise
poking the Troposphere.
Windows offer a glimpse
of ground life—
crisscross traffic,
news barkers,
theater goers,
Father Duffy at attention;
Yul Brenner glares—
have you bought your tickets?
Michael A. Wells
Magpie99
8 comments:
Heh! tkts is right there!
Nice textures...nice write!
I'd no idea he was Father Duffy! I called him Lenin! I wonder if he'll mind!
such different energy from those two who shared some space for a time as a busy times square carried on.
nice magpie!
nice...i love the city...and you capture just enough of its textures to bring it to life...i like...
you really know the city
days of cohan
Spare, to the point and effective.
That last line made me laugh ...
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