The City of Charleston, SC
I like the old city. It fills me full
How the horses still clop on the
A clipper ship floats in the harbor
as if it has cross and bones
when the only lantern seems to
as steps draw nearer, between the
the shadows and the Spanish moss.
The City at Christmas (Greenville, SC)
These buildings are a little
the sidewalks no longer run
nor the lights so many and
but I know they are there
somewhere in the
moonlight’s little coat.
Danny P. Barbare resides in the upstate of the Carolinas. His poems have recently appeared in Blue Unicorn and Ethel. And his poetry has been nominated for Best of Net by Assisi Online Journal. He has been published locally, nationally, and abroad.
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