It's still hours
to Poughkeepsie
by foot
Human rights-neglected cities
invisible by car
lie fragmented on the side of the road
where poverty shames, claims
blameless victims
A square-jawed man with an attitude
steals pages from an art exhibit
on the loading dock
of an abandoned
turn of the century
textile factory
A basket maker offers me
a half-priced deal to relieve her of her wares
so she can continue, hands free
The history of Wonder Woman
is arranged on a table
covered in black, collared in lace–
those Powers can't save us now
Lady Justice comes out,
face fallen, disturbed
Bricks crumble from buildings
as the temperature changes
whole cities shake, seeds fail to germinate
flowers wilt
strong trees die
Her eyes glisten tears
It's not Us, it's Them
Author Bio:
Rebecca M. Ross is originally from Brooklyn but currently lives, hikes, and teaches in New York’s Hudson Valley. Rebecca’s writing has been published in Live Nude Poems, The Metaworker, Last Leaves, Uppagus, Whimsical Poet, Streetcake Magazine, The Westchester Review, Soul-Lit, and Peeking Cat. She has poetry forthcoming or published in Pif Magazine. Rebecca has a BFA in creative writing and an MA in English from Brooklyn College. She also has a well-developed soft spot in her heart for dad jokes and clever puns.
to Poughkeepsie
by foot
Human rights-neglected cities
invisible by car
lie fragmented on the side of the road
where poverty shames, claims
blameless victims
A square-jawed man with an attitude
steals pages from an art exhibit
on the loading dock
of an abandoned
turn of the century
textile factory
A basket maker offers me
a half-priced deal to relieve her of her wares
so she can continue, hands free
The history of Wonder Woman
is arranged on a table
covered in black, collared in lace–
those Powers can't save us now
Lady Justice comes out,
face fallen, disturbed
Bricks crumble from buildings
as the temperature changes
whole cities shake, seeds fail to germinate
flowers wilt
strong trees die
Her eyes glisten tears
It's not Us, it's Them
Author Bio:
Rebecca M. Ross is originally from Brooklyn but currently lives, hikes, and teaches in New York’s Hudson Valley. Rebecca’s writing has been published in Live Nude Poems, The Metaworker, Last Leaves, Uppagus, Whimsical Poet, Streetcake Magazine, The Westchester Review, Soul-Lit, and Peeking Cat. She has poetry forthcoming or published in Pif Magazine. Rebecca has a BFA in creative writing and an MA in English from Brooklyn College. She also has a well-developed soft spot in her heart for dad jokes and clever puns.
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