1911, One Day After The Fire
By Meadow Magee

Cold air, Hard Bricks.
Cobblestone streets.
Clip, clop,clip, clop
Goes the horses
on the streets.

Peddlers yelling their
prices loud and clear.
Beggars  roaming
the streets.
police men everywhere
on the block shaking
their heads.

Workers in the
factories.
Broken fire escapes
all over the building,
barely attached
to the wall.

Trash piles
with a rotten
smell,
street lights,
sweatshops.

 Doors still locked
shiny glass
almost like water.

 Large fire Stain!