We’re pretty proud of BoomerCafé’s Poet-In-Residence Harriet Shenkman. She has just been awarded second place among “Women Who Write.” And she has written something new for us: Brooklyn Justice.
And his uncle and two pals,
fedora hats dipped low, hand
in overcoat pocket, murder-
incorporated style, knocked on
the milkman’s door, demanding
his new baseball glove,
the glove still stiff, smelling of
genuine leather, confiscated after
he teased the milkman’s daughter.
Quaking in the doorway, the man
gave up the glove, not wanting to
miss his delivery in the morning.