Linda Conroy
Alone
Wind sweeps streets clear of all that's in its way, the dust of daily
toil, fallen scraps, newspaper stories crumpled, brown broken
leaves, one lost glove, and rubble from unloading trucks.
A young man leans against a garbage bunker looking only at the
ground, lost in longing for another place. He pulls his coat more
closely round his frame. He has no gloves, his knuckles flame.
Another wind gust lifts his hair. He rubs his hand across a tired
face as horns blare on the city block. Other people hurry home.
belonging is elusive
when some still wonder
where, or who, they are
Bio
Linda Conroy is an observer of people and finds they offer a rich abundance for the creation of poetry, which recognizes and records the complexity and simplicity of human nature. Her poems have appeared in many journals, and in her poetry collections, Ordinary Signs and Familiar Sky