at night dream--

3 train, 96th Street to Clark Street,
She wasn’t sure she could write a poem. Like so many New Yorkers, she had something lovely to say. Because she had just lost her mother, she said she was open and trying everything.


Life is a work of art
To witness all of mother
nature’s creation is
wonderful. I love to see
beautiful things and at
night dream of how lucky
I am to have that

Read a poem by Robby R.

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