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Feb.4 - Poem
Once a week I volunteer in the women’s section of Riker’s Island jail. I teach classes, including Creative Living, Job Skills, and now Practical Math. The bus to the island is an experience in itself. Today when I was on it, I wrote a little rhyme…
On the bus to Riker’s
I swallow in the city
The secret parts, I seek and
part the ones that some call shitty.
My pen breaks in the trembly ride,
A bus that’s hardly full
I breathe the work, the life,
the joy
the following, the rules.
The avenues, with numbers pass
who knows these streets so well?
What seems to me
good mystery
is someone else’s hell.
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“What seems to me good mystery”–love it. What an interesting place to volunteer.
I like this a lot. What an experience.
very great!