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Observations on a City, Thursday Afternoon

I saw
an abandoned
rusted padlock
swinging fast in the wind
on a high bridge
from a chain link fence...
who left it there?
where have they gone to?

Below the traffic rushed east/west
as if it had no direction,
as if the roads had to whisper where to go,
to give the drivers some intentions.

Looking down
I saw a strawberry,
shriveled, dry and  brown
at my feet.
It asked of me
"why was I wasted,
why did I grow?"
I looked at its shriveled-ness
and answered
"Some days I feel just as wasted even
though I appear whole."

I heard a city robin sing
in a pretended garden
in a language I could
only hope to learn or know.
I stood rooted to the sidewalk
and my feet nearly became roots
as my happiness began to grow.

I saw the fallow sky criss-crossed with
toxic furrows and wondered should I cover my mouth/face?
The entire horizon was as striped as an American Flag,
the pilots must have been playing tic-tac-toe all the way
up to outer space.

I heard a disheveled man shouting "I'm sorry, so sorry!"
"I really don't mean to be such a bother, but,
I've got no way home."

The abandoned padlock suddenly rusted through and
dropped off the chain link fence...was it some message
from a universe that had stopped making sense?

I was startled out of my metaphoric distractions
I bent down and secured the lock in my purse pocket
the lock became my prompt for this poetic reaction.


Okay, so this isn't the best poem.
It was written on a fast food napkin
I thought there some redeeming qualities. There is always editing.

Copyright April 19th 2015 All Rights Are Reserved By This Author
All rants, poetry, prose, ideas are the legal property of this writer
Meloo straight from her Tilt-a-World
Melissa A Howells

Thursday in Question...April 16th, 2015


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