London Road
London Road – Poetry by Bob Sterry. That short wispy haired lady; Fighting her way against the wind; Up the London Road; Is my Mother.; Lips pursed she is returning; From the hairdressers, the post office; And has yet to pick up steak a…
Yellow Pole Theater on the MAX
Yellow Pole Theater on the MAX – Poetry by Bob Sterry. Episode 1 – I smiled at them; And their small child in his stroller; Only the man smiled back; Climbing aboard the southbound MAX; Clinging to the yellow poles; Framed by the yellow poles; In a transit theater.