The CityA Poem by Stacy PurvisI waited for you ‘til a quarter past three Sitting cross-legged under a maple tree On the corner of Main and some number downtown I sat there waiting and looking around I saw a lot of people while I was waiting for you Children running, laughing without a clue Moms taking their hands and keeping them safe Businessmen dressed in fine suits while they chafe Lonely, sad, happy, glad- some straight, some gay Homeless people starving, look the other way People picketing and fighting for the unborn Confused, sad girl entering inside, but torn The city so busy, buzzing around with the new Cars honking, people yelling, dogs, cats too And I sat there all day waiting for you Absorbing the sights, sounds, smells all askew. Suddenly, I noticed the time and I wondered If you’re okay or if I’ve made a blunder In the time we chose or the meeting place Until you appear as if from outer space. “Sorry I’m late,” you say in haste But my day has not all been a waste You smile at me and I, back at you In the city so tall, I enjoyed the view. © 2020 Stacy Purvis |
StatsAuthorStacy PurvisColumbus, OHAboutAltruistic Enigmatic Polymath | Writer, Poet, Actress, Musician, EMT, CNA, Phlebotomist. I'm an Artist. I paint pictures of the verbal kind.☕️❤️ 333 more..Writing
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