We smooch across the
sidewalk as
smokers blow halos
from nearby park benches
leaving cars in
jammed-up parking
lots, and
hurly-burly sounds attract
a sink well of lingering
stares. At the building’s front
door, the owner
fumbles with keys.
I pause on the
sidewalk, cigarette smells
like lurid chatter
in dark alleys, eyes
restless for action. Impatient
on the street, a mob
gathers in the excitement
feet flooding the
sidewalk
voices energized, building
now open. A moment’s
hush as at ebb tide.
Time to play,
Bingo!
© Richard L. Provencher
Comments
Denzella | February 7, 2012 - 07:12
Hello Richard L. Prov,
Had me there! "feet flooding the sidewalk" and then Bingo!
Thank you much enjoyed.
Moya
gerardineanne | February 7, 2012 - 10:01
Brought the scene to life,enjoyed very much.
Richard L. Prov... | February 7, 2012 - 15:07
Thank you so much, Moya, for your kind comment. One time, while playing bingo, I said to my wife---"I should simply shout Bingo, and see what happens." "Try it," she answered, "then run before they place you on a barbecue spit." I have since discovered how much of serious event this is.
Richard L. Prov... | February 7, 2012 - 15:09
And thank you, gera... Some poems are particularly fun to write, and this is one of them. Richard LP