shay's Waits

shay's Waits

A Poem by Ross Davison

 

 
it’s
coming down now,
hail white pellets failing
down the awning flow,
 
both drips and stones
bouncing
                off
                      red round s(dr)unken
patio tables the breeze dances the branches,
while the patrons off the 86 to the square scOOt in
to huddle by the heater,
belly to the bar
with
beer
        + coffee drink the loud
twins (disturbingly close, of brothers kissing) at the stOOls on the wooden end
by the register
                       keeps
me from clear thought
placed only in their pauses,
 
and at 6:00pm
 
                       more
                        (bOOted blondes and scarved intellects)
                                 come in
  
to miss
 
             the (d)rain.
 
 

© 2008 Ross Davison


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Ross Davison
Ross Davison

New Bedford, MA



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Born on Cape Cod, and transported from school to school, I began writing at 15. Twisting the way the words layed on the paper, spreading them out to accentuate pauses or connections. I've been publi.. more..

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A Poem by Ross Davison