July 19, 2009

Christopher York

Shining City on a Hill

That shining city on a hill
has blinded us all
the stars are obscured by its
thousand points of neon light
it should never have been built
lets retire to the plains
where the sky is wide
and may the last one out
please turn off the lights

I Sit By the Open Window

I sit by the open window.
A breeze caresses my brow
with a tenderness unlike I've ever received before,
and I know it's you,
making amends,
for past offense.


Christopher York coaches his son's Little League team and is a member of his hometown's conservation committee. His work has been published in Breadcrumb Scabs, Calliope Nerve, Abandoned Towers, and elsewhere.

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