Poetry Porch: Poetry


Underneath the Arches
by Ruth Arnison

If they knock down our bridge
where we gonna shelter
at nights?

Thatís our Ďome, man. Under
the arches, thatís where
we live.

Where we gonna hang our words?
Those taggings, thatís our
wallpaper, man.

Gives us somefing to fink about.
If you donít have a cardboard
box itís freeziní

at nights. Gotta fink of somefing.
Nah they canít knock it down,
not the bridge.

Itís like that old song. Weíre
the troubled water and
we need our bridge.

Copyright © 2012 by Ruth Arnison.