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NOTE: This has been posted before- but i'd like to resubmit it here.

The Fire Escape

From here, I sit looking
Down on a world of
Late summer trees and burnished
Windows.
A dormered world between worlds,
Where Angels sleep amid a myriad
Of dying leave and coal-stained
Chimneys.

From here, I can see a
Thousand lives all going in
A thousand different directions.
A starburst of life
Expanding ever outwards
And yet, never leaving the ground.

From here, I gaze down upon
This world, like a visitor,
Starring from a train window.
Hoping to glimpse a recognisable point.
To which I can get my bearings.

From here, I just simply
Sit warming myself as the
Day goes by.

GREENMAN

Some really decent lines in this one..

"Where Angels sleep amid a myriad
of dying leave and coal-stained
Chimneys"

and...

" From here I gaze down upon
this world, like a visitor
starring from a train window"

the bit about...

"thousand lives all going in a thousand different directions"

...suffers I feel from the repetition of quantity, but some nice imagery overall and I liked it

BEST REGARDS
SEAN KINSELLA

I read this one when looking back over some of the first poems posted.

I liked it then, I liked it now. Good work. The title gives a lot to the poem...

.tg.

"From here, I just simple
Sit warming myself as the
Day goes by."

I believe "simple" be "simply" but otherwise, great great last line.

Greenman Hi; I like this poem i get a good feeling whilst reading it almost there looking down on life etc.. Like this line "COAL STAINED CHIMNEYS"
nice piece indeed...Thanks Tom...