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From Corner to Corner, not quite an Encounter
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From Corner to Corner, not quite an Encounter |
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Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
I would pace, But I’ve not the energy, So I sit, Calmly sit, For seeming eternity, And you know I would go If I thought there’s someone to see, But I sit Calmly sit, Waiting what seems endlessly For her face To give a small smile to me. Homies and druggies mill about Tossing coins at corners of dirty walls Getting loud at each other they shout To passing cars they make their sales calls. This isn’t the right place or time So into a passing bus I climb Flashing my monthly ride pass to the driver And quietly I sit directly behind her. The city changes with the passage Gone behind now leaving the rows of rage Into the developed and reclaimed homes Gentrified by the progressive reclaimers The see through windows of fine Italian stone And grids of stainless steel retainers. I leave the bus to walk a clean swept street, Unknown to anyone there’s no one to greet. Yet this is where I might see a vision of beauty Come twilight this where she might be. I would sit, But it might bring attention, Perhaps pace, Slow not race, Unnoticed is my intention, So to stay All the way Till she comes by at twilight And I see Her beauty Before the day turns to night, I would sit But I stir with emotion. The clouds covered the setting sun As the streetlights came on one by one Giving spotlights of bright along the way Guiding the workers home as they ended their day. The rumble of car and buses joined the thunder That came from far off places in the suburban west Where was the rain passing I paused to wonder As I found a lamppost to give my pacing a rest And seem not so impatient to a passing eye, Nonchalant and belonging to this place Not giving the rise of my being or the why Till I could see the beauty of her face. Lightening strobes cast surrealistic shadows And rain started to tap gently on nearby windows And I saw the approach of the cross town bus So before the drenching off I did rush To maybe return this way Another day. Gloom |
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Zinsser Senior Member
since 2001-02-27
Posts 1641Calif. |
You had me waiting with you... : ) Don't give up |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
The illusive chase resumes... thank you, professor.... |
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1slick_lady Member Ascendant
since 2000-12-22
Posts 6088standing on a shadow's lace |
"And you know I would go If I thought there’s someone to see" seems most of us are waiting on concrete steps waiting...just waiting...helen |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
  (big hugggssssssss) Oh Aszard, this is just wonderful, sweet friend, I loved the entire vision of the city you painted here as you passed on through, sweet friend, your perceptions on life are always astonishing! (sigh) This is excellent, sweet friend, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet friend, thank you for sharing!  May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton "Underneath your clothes there's an endless story..." |
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