Man with a PhoneA Poem by Allen SmucklerLounging around the pool in Bonita Springs, Fla., I couldn't help but notice...A Coughing man with a baseball cap, and a girl in green scratching and caressing her tanless velvety legs. Water cascading from the unnaturally made stoic fountain...
And the man with the phone in his ear, scrapes by my sunlit chair. Couples lying and teasing each other soaking long lost rays together with eyes smiling for one another...
Palms playing and swaying in the cool breeze protecting and shadowing those who chose the shade over sun. And a man with a phone attached to his ear glides pass the unsuspecting couple.
The owl and the eagle peering and observing from their precarious perches lifeless in their tachadermal state expecting more of the very same yet only a busy signal leaves its mark.
shiftless, shirtless man on the shelf above gingerly stepping into the steamless pool again the man with the phone in his ear ambling and gambling with his call and only he knows what we don’t.
© 2011 Allen SmucklerAuthor's Note
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15 Reviews Added on April 18, 2011 Last Updated on May 24, 2011 AuthorAllen SmucklerSarasota, FLAboutI'm a poet, a singer, a peaceful gunslinger.. looking to share my poetry..and a little bit of me...if I dare I 've been writing since I was 18.... am slightly older now, and still trying to fin.. more..Writing
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