every time is different
I pause to look left and right
Considering who is light on conversation.
Then plow into the whatever mindful.
It is so busy out there!
This small town generates
Sounds unheard to others.
We don't smother or sweat
In any kind of heat... we meet
When we can and arrange
Some happy accidents.
Strolling is a good speed.
Then at 10'Clock exactly
We order the final coffee
And laugh at our foolishness.
Poetry by jenks
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Written on 2011-07-02 at 01:44
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Stroll
Heading out onto the streetI pause to look left and right
Considering who is light on conversation.
Then plow into the whatever mindful.
It is so busy out there!
This small town generates
Sounds unheard to others.
We don't smother or sweat
In any kind of heat... we meet
When we can and arrange
Some happy accidents.
Strolling is a good speed.
Then at 10'Clock exactly
We order the final coffee
And laugh at our foolishness.
Poetry by jenks
Read 504 times
Written on 2011-07-02 at 01:44
Save as a bookmark (requires login) Write a comment (requires login) Send as email (requires login) Print text
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