UNDERGROUND VOICES MAGAZINE/CRAIG COLLINS-YOUNG

CRAIG COLLINS-YOUNG

The Day I Left Cara

In Suffern New York
Poetry tends to write itself
Above clandestine bars
Owned by old Russian
Immigrants

Aloof here with the warmth
Of a single lamp which made
The room look rusty
When I paid the bill
The city

Paper printed a memorial to
Richard Bosco, he was 34
Confirmed dead by his office
A final black and white photo
On the street

The current conditions are light
Rain, winds are calm in the Suffern
Forecast for the Hudson Valley
32 miles from the Manhattan skyline
I fold

My paper and move on from the lone bench
Off of Lafayette street. I leave behind
The poetry, the Russian room and Mr.
Bosco walking into the light
Rain

Cardboard

I make a box
from tape and
cardboard
My arm muscles
flex in
window reflection.

I notice while
placing books to be sent
to a small town
outside of Anchorage.

Mr. Collins-Young has worked with Furniture Press and their production
of AMBIT, a journal of poetics. He holds a bachelor's degree in
Creative Writing from Towson University. He is working on his first
full-length book of poetry and learning how to cook.