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POEM: Whitman in Camden

Whitman in Camden

passed through Camden by bus
couldn’t see much
strip malls and gas stations
fast food and asphalt

didn’t see Stevens Street
where Walt received callers
or Mickle Street
where he took to bed

but I nodded toward him
counted the hours I’ve spent
with friends or strangers
his melodies spilling from our mouths

17 September 2013
Philadelphia PA

Published in My poems Poem-A-Day 2013 Poetry

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