photograph by Giovanni Gagliardi and Rod C. Stryker

The limousine

quietly slices through

    red and green lights

and is swallowed whole by the silent


Violet meets twilight eve

w/a grizzled

dog pack chasing

   the current bitch,

   tonight’s itch.

      Homeless Charlie

   belches, scratches

and takes a

drag on his last clove

  before stumblin’ for


    A Jehovah’s Witness

tries to gain another


to justify his faith,

his “truth.”

    A restaurant

sign quips,

see how our salmon

swims on a bed

of fettucine.

All this while

little Savannah



jumps rope

on Broadway &



Rod C. Stryker

This poem was published in my book, Exploits of a Sun Poet. The spoken word track is part of my spoken word album also called, Exploits of a Sun Poet. Hope you like it.


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