Giggle Poem by Bill Grace

Giggle



On Culebra street she came
when the traffic tide was slack,
crossed against the orange hand of death
and celebrated she had pulled it off -
with a giggle
heard a hundred yards away.

Tuesday, November 3, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: car,city,laugh
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