It’s always great to see a poem from 2River picked up elsewhere in the blogosphere! This one by David Harris Ebenbach over at Acts of Art.
It always makes me smile to find a new landscape poem that brings me inside the writer’s scene, to walk and feel beside the writer. For me, this is the difference between a reading and an experience. Here is a David Harris Ebenbach poem, that is more gate than window.
Shabbat Comes Over West Philadelphia (included by permission of author)
Shabbat comes over West Philadelphia
on quiet wings. As the sun heads off into
the higher numbers, up from Center City
comes the night. Street lights hum on.
Cars click slowly into spots on this block
or the next while someone stretches out
on a bench in Clark Park, the ongoing
sound of the basketball not a rhythm but
a cadence. Dinner time comes to kitchen
after kitchen. People go in to their food
and television, and those who come out
again take to the steps for an evening of
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