America runs on dunkins

 

 

What would Whitman think?

Of the juxtaposition,

his bust next to donuts.

How did he get there?

Was the plaza once a field?

Now a lot of stores.

A search of his work,

led me to “America,”

A hymn to workers.

So much to be proud of

The joy in their songs gone, and,

Now, we sing of wealth.

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About emdoyle

I like to take photographs and I like to write haikus. Sometimes they come to light at the same time - and that's just fine.
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