Reservations i

Reservations i

A Poem by Patrick MacGill Synan

I would like to dive
into a sea of dead letters
and let myself turn paper thin,
to wait alone in a taxi
for a lady heading home.
And as she stumbles by, left foot 
slipping on the sleek curb 
of the sidewalk,
I'll not only stare.

I will give my eyes
a pair of legs
a long arm
and a rubber hand
that will slither
and sway in the wind
like the sapling on the edge
of Wheeler's farm.

Two years ago, it began
its continuing ascent
sprouting quick as a dog dick
from a sea of dead leaves.

© 2012 Patrick MacGill Synan


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Patrick MacGill Synan
Patrick MacGill Synan

Manchester, NH



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My name is Patrick. I was introduced to poetry this year by way of a creative writing course at UNH-Manchester, and now it has become a little game for me. I was very fortunate to find myself surr.. more..

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