She stands on the boulevard of broken dreams
like a blues song waiting to be written
while the others are prancing
dancing singing in the rain
she remains
between memories and the unbearable lightness of being
she hangs her head
losing the crying game
again
and clings to the lamp post by the bus stop
as if it can somehow anchor her to the lost reality of the concrete jungle
Third story walk up tenement rear window
leaning out a boy and his dog
surveying the sidewalk soldiers
who pass her by, stepping sideways
so as not to disturb this pale dragonfly of a woman,
this sideshow attraction of dejection
in a carnival of lost souls
A sound of thunder chain lightning illuminating the streets with flickering blue
and in that moment he feels the crush
the pangs of first love
for this outcast lady of a thousand sorrows twice his age
He dreams of standing on tiptoes
separating tears from rain with his hand
whispering
I'll save you
I'll love you
I'll be the one
who never leaves you
like this
And then
a wave of humanity washes over the street
like orphans of the storm in search of homes and warmth and refuge
fifty, sixty or more obscuring all from view
When they part the lady vanishes
and he feels his heart
break for the very first time . . . .
Wow!!!...That is incredible I'm sure if I quite understood it, it seems as if he lost someone he loved, a woman who was very lost. Lost in the sense of her life, himself included, What I understood I loved, the parts about the people around them is like when one walks down the street an is completely sad, noticing that the world is the same way, in any case I loved it, your wife is right you should keep writing!!
Wow!!!...That is incredible I'm sure if I quite understood it, it seems as if he lost someone he loved, a woman who was very lost. Lost in the sense of her life, himself included, What I understood I loved, the parts about the people around them is like when one walks down the street an is completely sad, noticing that the world is the same way, in any case I loved it, your wife is right you should keep writing!!
hi Todd, this one is so dreamy and sort of filled with a delusion of saving and loving the one thing that is so near, and fragile yet so far away and obscure. It makes one feel the ache of such, and gets one involved in it so intuitively,
great great work! ----mishy, best poem I've ever read!
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