Today's poem is by Ralph Angel
Three Minutes and Sixty Years
A mere
shrug of atmosphere
and then the fog
coughing up some buildings, and then
the smell of rain just inside
the door
puts a naked eye
to things, and makes them
beautiful.Losing
your phone is like
losing your mind. It's like
a fountain
the door's wide open
the words
tall buildings make
speak mostly to pigeons
and styrofoam
cups.Get out.
Get out of my cab
he said. Wake up.
It's different.
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