Neighborhood Rescue

Written for:  The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #315

Words:  bloody, nose, mist, vibes, moment, dive, spokes, spell, now, plant, choppy, place

Dog’s nose twitching,
itching now to get inside
that small crawlspace,
place drugs were purported
to be stashed.

Neighborhood on edge
of extinction. People fed up
with gangs of delinquents,
storefront dives shielding
chop shops, gambling houses,
and sidewalks littered each
morning with bloody needles.
Addicts nodded out in nearby
park like misshapen plants.

Residents are breaking
the spell of hell on their
streets. This is their moment.
New spokespeople

are organizing meetings;
there are positive vibes.
Let us lift this mist
of misery and hopelessness,
this black mourning drape
suffocating our neighborhood.
Let us take our streets back.

Dog’s talk is spinning.
He pushes in, finds stash.
First small step.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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