By John Ziegler The rag man, in his broken shoes pushes his cart along the brick street, calls out with chafed voice,“Papers, magazines, rags.”.All afternoon the air is still and pale,the yellow leaves pasted to the wet street.Near dusk, Schmoyer’s farm truck clanks onto Franklin Street,loaded with cabbages, and carrots,potatoes with the mud still on.The … Continue reading Franklin Street 1957
Academy of the Heart And Mind 