Featured Poem
Lower Manhattan Pantoum
by Elaine Sexton
Always a bad sign people on the sidewalk looking up. A crowd forms, cars slow then stop,
people on the sidewalk looking up. I step into the pool of them then stop. I gape like the others.
I step into the pool of them, become the pool and gape like the others. Mothers, peddlers, suits
become the pool of a wreck. Mothers, peddlers, suits, my super, my neighbors,
a wreck unfolding, undone. My super, my neighbors, no one is not stunned.
Unfolding, undone, we look at our watches, stunned. Someone says let's pray.
We examine our watches. A crowd forms. Cars stop. Someone says let's pray always a bad sign.
This poem first appeared in Poetry.
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