Les Miserables and me on Broadway
Street’s empty but for me and yellow cabs.
A shower squiggles headlights.
Neon heralds power and it shines in my eyes.
I breathe in the merit dazzled into believing
I belong. I smile, lips pressed. Rain hops off
my big black umbrella and I go stand beneath the
marquee of a play that I'm dying to see.
Joanne Denton
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