Third and Delancey Street
written by: Emalisa Rose
There were six by Santana, Led Zep,
the Ramones and the Rolling Stones.
Along with the paints and the palettes
we’d etch sketch our romance on.
“Break up to make up”
The Stylists are singing our song again.
I made you that veggie risotto you love,
hoping to dine in the dalliance, but I
winced as the tock ticked past midnight.
Never a word a word from you, nor return
of the stuff that I left at your second
floor loft – Third Ave and Delancey Street.
Moon over Manhattan.
I sway to a song with the volume turned
low, as the clock strikes “forget him.”
Emalisa Rose is a poet, macrame artist and animal rescue volunteer. She lives by a shore town, which
provides much of the inspiration for her art. She works as a lunch lady in a NJ public school. Her current passion provoked by the down time of the pandemic, is birding, which she plans to incorporate into her work. Her poems have appeared in several journals including Ariel Chart, the Big Window Review, Poettree Zine.
provides much of the inspiration for her art. She works as a lunch lady in a NJ public school. Her current passion provoked by the down time of the pandemic, is birding, which she plans to incorporate into her work. Her poems have appeared in several journals including Ariel Chart, the Big Window Review, Poettree Zine.
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