![]() An unlikely duo - The SequelA Poem by willweb~
White Cliffs of Dover
now sponsored in daydreams Reading each billboard
that rusts on the sky Checking a map though
it’s for the wrong city She sends a smile to the
wink of his eye
Overhead cords hang to
signal a stopping Pulled like a kite that
is fighting a breeze Setting his watch as if
time is most urgent Tiny the gesture to put
her at ease
Anxious she strums atop
metal and leather Songs in her head dance
at half past the price Suddenly yanks as the
trees are enormous Grabbing her bag she
does not ask him twice
Damn, screams the brakes
and some passengers flying Coffee and biscuits
collide in the aisle Fixing her hair like a
debutante princess Waits on the door and
then exits in style
A tip of his hat to the
fatherly captain Treading deliberate, the
stairs leading down Adjusting his jacket
lapels till they’re even Spun, is her skirt as a
fine evening gown
Coughing a hairball, the
old engine rumbles Sigh, moan the bi-folds
directed to close Noticing now that her
left hand is empty Lifting a stone from the
shoulder, she throws
Causing a crack in the
bug spattered windshield The bus driver digs for
his insurance card Grumbles a curse word,
his bible forsaken Just a small pebble and
not tossed so hard
She stands at the portal
awaiting admission Watches each eye as she
fumbles about Cheers to herself when
her fingers meet plaster Knows all too well it is
no time to shout
Apologies gifted like
Christmas in August Promising beer with a
head made of foam When she appears on the
exit step lower In her left hand she now
clutches her gnome
Into the lobby of lemon
cake ceilings Chandeliers glisten like
vodka champagne A tap on the bell wakes
the concierge sleeping “That was my dream!”
comes his groggy complain
Currency shoveled the
counter of granite Not yet a bride nor a
non-shaven groom Still it is felt like a
pink feathered boa Lovebirds want cages,
these two need a room
Holding his hand as they
shuffle the staircase Ornate the copper
reflecting her grace Wearing a smile that is
sheepish and woolen What waits the night
paints the look on her face
He calls the bed, fears
his ankles are swollen She shuts the door to
their quarters superb Then slightly opened for
placard replacement
Written in English
reads, Do Not Disturb
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5 Reviews Added on February 2, 2023 Last Updated on June 5, 2023 Author![]() willwebTXAboutHi, I am willweb. Maybe you remember me and maybe you don't. I have been writing here on and off for years. I pop in and write and read and comment and make friends and learn new things. I enjoy maki.. more..Writing
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