It’s short and simple. The photo that goes with it shows women and girls waiting on Ellis Island, poised for the next step in their immigration journey.
When the door opens
to this new land, watch me race
right in, barefooted.
|A poem in St. Paul's Saint Anthony Park Neighborhood. |
Here's the text:
There's no place I'd rather be
in this quiet common place
where late morning sun
meets the scent of concrete and cut grass
|No, this is not a shelf at my middle school library! |
It's a large portion of a one-room school library. Sometimes change is good...