The Alley

by Rosemarie Crisafi
 
Hissing of feral cats in the alley,
the cold square room and starless arch,
the certain thuds of stiff shingled pine,

all the spit regrets of our tattoos,
all the hard walking of our words.

end with death in the lane.

© 2005 by Rosemarie Crisafi. All rights reserved.

Rosemarie Crisafi lives in Fishkill, New York. She works in for a non-for-profit agency that serves individuals with disabilities. Her poetry has been published in Avatar Review, Wicked Alice Poetry Journal, Rock Salt Plum Poetry Review, and others.