The Place Within

by Greg Santos

The place within is a shiny new city. There are commuter trains and a network of subways that transport the inhabitants to my thoughts and desires. The women don multi-hued headscarves and the men all wear fedoras. It is a metropolitan hub where all the movers and shakers like to be seen eating Cobb salads. On weekends they gather here to toast each other over and over. I am never invited but I like to hear their champagne flutes clink from the outside.


Greg Santos is the poetry editor of pax americana. He blogs here.


Joe said...

Great descriptive narrative and a great concept. Well done!

Teresa Stenson said...

Interesting 6 - I like the 'toasting over and over' line.

quin browne said...

i like the cobb salad line quite a bit...

Greg Santos said...

Joe -- I'm blushing.

Teresa -- Cheers to that!

Quin -- I'm eating Cobb salad right now!

Thanks, everyone. You rawk. G