The new day is born
and finding door
steps through COVID ready
to the stairs that
descend plank by plank
into the valley of strange fruit
The ravine of steel and concrete
is flowing with people
a river that never quenches
and freezing as the light flashes
but screams past in blue haze strobe
He exhales his held breath
that remembers
a past that never was dead
within the valley of strange fruit
************************ A prison poem*******************
By Tony Page
The clock chisels away the night
Breaking thru toward dawn in minute flakes
The cell is painted with life plus death non color we call shadow
And shadows are echoes silence makes
Quiet is melting ice
The cell is an imperfection on the seam of time
Where now for a clocks heart beat over laps eternity
Where stars slip across the cellblock window
On the lubrication of thinning night
And daybreak pours thru
A slighted window on a waterfall of wind
And the clock shifts on
pausing to sound the alarm
that night and a little something more has gone
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