Elmira

Wed, 04/04/2018 - 19:52 -- Saroda

Location

Elmira, NY
United States

Even the rainbows seem gray

     in this puddle we call Elmira

Slushy in winter, sticky in summer

I wish I could feel safe at night

Mark Twain is buried here

     and his ghost continues to haunt us

Maybe next year the blue will return to our skies.

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