street echo

The Street
has become a canyon
again

the gutters flow
gleaming
in the rain

every car
is an urgent roar

and its echo

from a mile away
at the low road

and its echo

to the high
above the town

on The Street
I hear you coming

and your echo

from a long mile away

you

and the echo

in the rain

a long
mile
away


© Frank Prem, 2017

August 2017 Poem #06: five elements of a loaf of bread

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