Coney Island Rain

by Maple Tree   Jul 28, 2013


I like to trickle emotions
onto paper that scatter
in a controversial way,
just like New York rain.

Stanzas mate with deep
family secrets, that are
only shared with a hot dog
vender on the corner of sin.

I initiate conversation
with cab drivers about who
holds the key to my heart,
and scribble hypothermic graffiti
so that the period
at the ending causes you
to wonder what the secret truly is....

Baby Rainbow's Prompt Challenge:

deep family secrets
key to my heart
initiation
hypothermia

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  • 11 years ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    Ha I love this! Just lit up a smile on my face too! I saw you live in N.Y.... are you in the city or outside of it? My family and I recently traveled to NYC as a mini vacation just for a few days to see the city, and so when you mentioned the street vendors, I completely can picture them! That's what I miss the most... I kind of wish our little town had stands or something. I think we got the wrong impression thinking New Yorkers are mean and too much in a hurry to care, but we learned they're aggressive but always willing to help if you ask. Since we walked mostly to get to places, I remember stopping by to get this and that... like in the morning on our way somewhere I'd get a fresh bagel and iced coffee for a couple bucks! Never had a coney dog there though...but we have a place downtown that's popular here in our state.

    Your creativity here is amazing and my favorite line was "Stanzas mate with deep family secrets,"... something so genial about this write, the friendliness as well as the pride of a family's hard-work and dedication to this food.