The Corner Poem by Isaak DeMaio

The Corner



The place that knows me,
the place where I will think,
behind a sign,
through the tree branches,
with a lone pole,
on a street corner,
where only I know my name,
with a flickering street light,
under the trees,
cars passing by,
no one will see,
me talking on the phone,
to a girl that means everything to me.

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Isaak DeMaio

Isaak DeMaio

Buffalo, New York
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