City Wonder


Sometimes I wonder–

Is there beauty in the city?

Slush, muck, trash, filth,

Shouts, needles, squished, gray.

It doesn’t take a genius to see

That the city takes a toll on its

People. But sometimes I wonder–

About the old pine out front:

It bends under snow like a

Highway exit, and when I think

Of it still standing–when the cries

Of birds are common as sirens,

Gunshots as woodpeckers–I

Think of my grandmother with

Bent, twisted hands still sewing

For her kids, face wrinkled with

Sorrow and joy and worry. She died

Four years ago full of regret. But

She never had a doubt about

Spending herself for her sons.

And now the aging pine out front

Lost a limb–it groans like the rest

Of mankind–but I think it’ll make it;

There aren’t too many pines in

The city after all.



This poem was entered into the written competition at Interregnum, an annual house system event where Bethlehem College students display their artistic gifts, also including paintings, prose, photography, speeches, and live performances.