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He Was Just A Man
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He Was Just A Man |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296
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Scabbed over pleasure walks Forces one more drink in her hand She played poker with petrified footprints On 10th Street every weekend She’d never been to those places he took her Danged time lines of another man! She’d divorced desire, belief…living in separate pigments Ones she didn’t yet understand? It was too soon! Marriage owned hard labor without negotiation She was now free but afraid of elevators He was but a crumb on the horizon This handsome Englishman… Showing her sights…the great Lady holding our flame Lunch in Little Italy, a bungalow in Williamsburg Her feet left the ground on a moonlight balcony She’d left his bed at night, pinching herself Gazing at giant birds circling the PP&L Building She lay naked there once…in broad daylight Daring to balance a side she’d not yet known Hearing the sound of brimming calm, learning about open chairs Courage came like a slow accumulation of eye lashes Until lines pirouetted into mountains of Shenandoah While he tucked an afghan around her toes Where they’d been many times, slow wood burning stoves! Following inflated summer, away from the world’s venom She was young, believed the earth was a miracle of seedlings Pulling into the parking lot of Bank of America, there he was Loaning her cornfields, moving her hands away from the dark Ice started to melt, in the highways of their breath To a suit of lights, where poachers abandoned back alleys New songs began to move south Taking them along to a forest schoolhouse But…she knew his love for fast cars Lottery tickets and youth, stylish When October came She knew time travel wasn’t possible He feared the abstract paintings she’d admitted The ones about age and marriages She’s have rather had root canal She’d only known bottom feeders and landfills It was the best she could do, considering X-rays Which named her fear, of restless dogs And so, she laid out a bed of oysters for him Letting go of his thigh, turning up her collar Slipping away, quietly…. In another life, perhaps? He enjoyed gardening and windsurfing Skiing the alpines…places she couldn’t go She touched more then a lover But a magnetic region of the spirit world She now writes of growing seasons Still visiting 10th street, beneath the weight of A sometimes empty streetlight To tunes of departed lovers The For Sale sign on his home Had been taken down |
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inkedgoddess Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-19
Posts 7392Ohio |
just a man i think not.......you breathed life into this slice of theatre :applause: |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
"And at that particular point in time They did the best they could!" I'll say they did...sounds as if there were many good times.....you have brought those good times into cosmopolitan clarity, by stating what they did in words them make them seem close, and local.. enjoyed --------ice/ford |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
LeeJ Weather it be therapy or reality, it is excellent. Good morning dear. |
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babygirlwlove Senior Member
since 2004-10-10
Posts 1180New York City |
good, good stuff.... **babygirL** **Intoxicant to the SouL** |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
Well done.. and something close to my heart.. "cast me gently into the morning, for the night has been unkind" |
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