shay's WaitsA 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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Added on March 20, 2008 Last Updated on March 26, 2008 AuthorRoss DavisonNew Bedford, MAAboutBorn 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..Writing
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