With Brahms in the BackgroundA Poem by Wilyem Clark
I'm always outbound
While they rush inbound-- To work, to work, Ye suited jerks!-- Unmindful of admirers So casually encountered. One fancies the cut of their giblets, The fine-tuned tailoring and such. Outside, above, Their brudders in overhorsed Euro-machines Race to hit amber; They barely make it, cursing, Careening, Putting crosswalking nannies and cyclists at risk. And what of those cyclists? The firmbodies speed and joust with Vans, cabs, buses, Flaunting all rules because they are "virtuous." A crucial meeting or delivery deadline Kicks daredevils of all ilks and persuasions Into the highest, most hazardous gear. Add commuters on scooters, Sans dingers and hooters, Who clip sidewalk toodlers, Whip up dust, split canoodlers Into singles: no wooers! Helmetless menaces every bloke, They won't slow, they won't brake, But they may leave broken bones In their wake. The music swells, And I hear this plaint: ~Is there in your psalter, Father of love, A tone that they may hear To slacken their hearts?~ © 2024 Wilyem Clark |
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Added on May 7, 2024 Last Updated on May 8, 2024 AuthorWilyem ClarkWashington, DCAboutI've been writing poems since my teens (now in my 60s) and prose since the 1990s. It's been hard finding decent forums online--the free websites too often suffer sudden deaths. My "published" works ar.. more..Writing
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