Poetry For Everyday People
Walking
Sucking on a candy cane
sipping hot chocolate
and if Santa came flying
through the cold air I
think I would wave and smile,
thinking to myself,
of course,
ten steps later I saw
Dali sitting on a
park bench, a hollow gilded frame
leaning next to him and as
I passed by, the frame perfectly
framed a cluster of pink and white
roses, slowing down, the roses
turned out to be Hendrix playfully winking,
five steps later I heard
Mozart whispering notes and
man I sure dug the melody,
I accidentally dropped my candy
cane and as I bent down to pick
it up I heard laughter, it was
Muddy waters changing a guitar
string drinking sugar cane juice
from a Nile vender,
squirrels playing, peppermint
soothing my tongue, clearing
my nose, making breathing the
cold air utterly bewitching,
I take another candy cane
out of my pocket, unwrap it,
as I stroll catching words
on a perfectly magical day.
sipping hot chocolate
and if Santa came flying
through the cold air I
think I would wave and smile,
thinking to myself,
of course,
ten steps later I saw
Dali sitting on a
park bench, a hollow gilded frame
leaning next to him and as
I passed by, the frame perfectly
framed a cluster of pink and white
roses, slowing down, the roses
turned out to be Hendrix playfully winking,
five steps later I heard
Mozart whispering notes and
man I sure dug the melody,
I accidentally dropped my candy
cane and as I bent down to pick
it up I heard laughter, it was
Muddy waters changing a guitar
string drinking sugar cane juice
from a Nile vender,
squirrels playing, peppermint
soothing my tongue, clearing
my nose, making breathing the
cold air utterly bewitching,
I take another candy cane
out of my pocket, unwrap it,
as I stroll catching words
on a perfectly magical day.
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Walking
Walking
