Thank you to O Miami! for this terrific poetry idea.
Visitors to our table at the Idora Farmers’ Market wrote five-line poems. Each zip code number = the number of words in that line. We enjoyed talking with our visitors, and they wrote some delightful poems, on the spot! Also satisfying to see the Idora Neighborhood Farmer’s Market thriving: jam, blueberries, raspberries, black raspberries and plums. Mmmm, summer.
Brick and frame house—
shaggy cedar shakes and
slate roof, long covered over.
My old lovely home.
Youngstown Neighborhood Development Corporation:
all hands on deck.
Lawnmowers, planners, roofers, urban farmers.
Unabandoned is a garden
lovingly tended, somewhat wild
Little free library under pines
Come and visit me anytime you like.
I wanted a white
house. The house we
got was gray. Now it
On blissful sunny days
triumphant shouts come from
wooden tower across the street
someone dominated their fear today