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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.

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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
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Melissa A Howells

Thursday in Question...April 16th, 2015

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