On a Sidewalk Downtown

She looks at me as if I'm from another
Planet. “What?,” she asks. I say again
I like her hair. She softens some and
Smiles at me. “I guess you ought to
Thank the wind. This isn't how it was
This morning when I was walked out
Through the door.” “I then toast the
Wind,” I say, and raise my four-buck
Cup of coffee. She continues on her
Way, perhaps in search of someone
From the planet we are on.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2014-09-25 at 12:46

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