One evening, just over a week ago, I was walking in Midtown Manhattan when dozens of police cars, sirens blasting, lights flashing, descended on the area. Cops cut off entire avenues to traffic. Soon ...
I huffed and puffed to the train. The doors clunked open and beat closed. The engines boomed and the train whooshed off. The words help bring the poem to life. They help me put the reader of the ...