I could not avoid his cyclone steps
hurling across the street
palm open for a contribution
--Anything for
a cup of coffee mister?
Watched him earlier from afar
as he neared my side of the street
doing his thing
eyes seeking butts laying
on the town sidewalk.
Unable to capture my pocketbook
he shrugged his shoulders
a grim smile saying
he’ll try again some time
spots a half used cigarette
idling by the curb, a few puffs left
time with me not all wasted.
© Richard L. Provencher
Website: www.wsprog.com/rp/
Blog: Provencher Paths
Comments
marionwozere | March 2, 2011 - 19:50
Love it! I found this really engaging and visual, I could see the cigarette 'idling by the curb'
Brill.
fatboy74 | March 2, 2011 - 21:45
This is really good and the ending is is cleverly done. :-)
Dynamaso | March 2, 2011 - 22:49
The opening line is a beauty - 'cyclone steps' indeed!
Richard L. Prov... | March 4, 2011 - 14:34
To Marion, f-74, and Dynamaso: Thank you all for your very kind words. I love to write, and my very encouraging wife, Esther, is right there for me. Check out my Blog: Provencher Paths at our website: www.wsprog.com/rp/ God bless, Richard LP.
Richard L. Prov... | March 4, 2011 - 14:36
Thank you so much. This poems was written about an observation in Hamilton, Ontario. Richard LP