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January 22nd, 2013 § 0 comments

Poem #9 for Gift Poem from Pat Cannon

 

It is romantic, how I live

sitting alone in a diner in Queens

with scattered crazies talking to themselves

drinking coffee

staring at the bustle and hustle

of the rest of the city

rustling through the concrete jungle at quittin’ time.

 

I often dream of nostalgia

yet still find myself managing

to move forward with life.

I try not to follow form

try to stay still, silent

stand on the outs and watch

moments

all the thousands of wonderful

moments often missed by being too-something

 

A romantic as myself

lives within these simple moments of passing

 

One quixotic as myself

disregards the future

prefers to sit quietly

and fall in love

with everyone

and everything

every moment

 

 

af

 

 

(written with pen on paper)

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