OUTSIDE
The woman
In a brand new minivan
Stopped in front of my house
Got out her car
And began cleaning the hood
With a cloth
A man
With dark sun glasses
In a beat up sedan
Stopped a cross the street
And began
Checking her out
I looked at
Both of them
Through the blinds
In my window
The woman
Who looks like a housewife
Looked in my direction
Got in her car
Put her hair in a pony tail
And drove off
I walked away from my window
Towards my table
On wrote this poem
Friday, November 13, 2009
TORCH
Akademics
Also do exercise
The guy
With the cowboy hat
And the red jacket
Likes asking:
What time is it?
Perhaps he should meet
The akademic sprinter
The backhoe
Is getting rid of
The flagstone
And there’s more
Barefoot walkers
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Thursday, November 12, 2009
HOT PURSUIT
Green car with a latter
On the roof
Made a tight turn
And makes it alright
And everybody
Feels just alright
I noticed
A black Mercedes
On the rearview mirror
I don’t like it
Since is not a sedan
But a SUV
I put the pedal to the metal
And the Mercedes kept up
Almost bumper to bumper
There were 2 pretty girls
Following us
And I said to my boy:
Son
I don’t know if we
Should be concerned
Or flattered
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Wednesday, November 11, 2009
CHRONOMETER
The woman’s hand
Becomes a claw
And the folks say
Run!
Run!
Run!
But the sand
Is firm
And the tide is low
And walking
Is better
Than ever before
Endless inspiration
Inside the lungs
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Tuesday, November 10, 2009
HAPPENSTANCE
Certainty is as natural
As breathing
I didn’t see
A single ship
On the water
But there were
2 airplanes
On the sky
I encountered
My friend & his lovely wife
On the sand
We greeted each other
And talked about
Birthdays & exercise
As the Italian girl
Walked by
And said hello
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Monday, November 09, 2009
LEAD
The bird is dying
The woman is jogging
And the black lab
Has a tight rope on its neck
Being led by a man with a kind face
Eyes are crying
Life is passing
Girls are walking
Fishermen are fishing
And the algae snaps
As I step on it
The man with the pole
Is in a trance
Examines the weights
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