Towers of glass thrust from a city
of commerce, as monuments to society,
like jeweled ads leapfrogging
against the skyline.
Ten or twelve floors below Spring litter
includes Tim Horton cups,
tossed Subway wraps--cigarette
butts adding to the march of debris
no one seems to notice.
Shoppers arrive from a hot bath,
or watching TV, perhaps a nice nap. As
late night soldiers, tourists also inhabit
shopping malls and busy downtown corners
where empty pockets are waiting,
shoe leather worn thin
a subdued voice asking any passersby,
--some change for a coffee?
© Richard L. Provencher
Website: www.wsprog.com/rp/

Comments
Nathan Bednarek | May 11, 2011 - 21:20
"like jeweled ads leapfrogging
against the skyline."
I just LOVE this line. The whole poem is truly remarkable and bursting with imagery, all beautifully crafted making it a captivating journey, which ends in a very interesting way. Loved it. Well done.
Nathan.
Richard L. Prov... | May 13, 2011 - 03:16
Your words, Nathan, are remarkably encouraging. At times I am a sentimental voyeur, lurking in metaphors, gasping with life, and capturing any flavour with frenetic pants, tapping fingers on my laptop. Cheers from RLP.