What Miracles Might We Behold?
Black ink on white tiles
at the West 138th Street 4/5 station,
northbound side:
T_____ is God.
I must remember my black Sharpie, and reply:
Then tell him
to rebuild the sidewalk
at the corner of West 153rd
and Concourse Village West.
It’s a one–way inslope.
Big campus, multiple schools.
To get to them,
too many children
parents
school staff
must cross this street congested by
parked vehicles
cars passing through
yellow buses with flashing red stop signs
as the students disembark.
The crosswalk is at the other end of the block.
Most drivers know what it is,
here in the South Bronx,
nod,
wave us on,
but the way some of them lean on their horns,
someday,
somebody might get hurt.
Carla M. Cherry’s work has appeared in various publications, including Random Sample Review, Anti-Heroin Chic, La Libreta, ISLE, and Raising Mothers. She authored six books of poetry: Gnat Feathers and Butterfly Wings, Thirty Dollars and a Bowl of Soup, Honeysuckle Me, These Pearls Are Real, Stardust and Skin, and May He Bless My Name (iiPublishing), and two chapbooks: Clap Your Hands, Stomp Your Feet (Grandma Moses Press) and Sundays and Hot Buttered Rolls: A Granddaughter of Harlem Speaks (Finishing Line Press). She holds an M.F.A. in Creative Writing from the City College of New York.
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