On The Ferry

Written for:  Sunday Whirl, Wordle #456

Words:  dance, distance, liberty, breathe, loser, meet, shy, droplets, ignorant, see, die, kill

In the distance,
Statue of Liberty
breathes in aromas
of New York City
and doesn’t die.
Droplets of rain ping
on the water like
dancers. A shy boy
takes the Staten Island Ferry
to see his girlfriend. As
the boats docks, an ignorant
loser pushes him on purpose.
Tries to give the guy
his killer stare. No impact.
They both let it go.


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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2 Responses to On The Ferry

  1. poetrybydebi says:

    I like this glimpse of NY and the ferry. Glad the poem ended with letting it go.


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