Poetry For Everyday People
Good Afternoon
I can't remember
the poem I wrote
in my head a couple
of hours ago, during
the Petite Bistro Cabernet
the finger ling potato arugula
and truffle ricotta wood fired pizza,
the carrot soup with a hint of cumin
creme fresh and drizzle of vinegar,
the calamari fries with jalapenos,
we kicked back with a cappuccino, a
Grand Marnier, in Italy that would be
out of line, but that's why poems come,
it's lunch in Winter Park, it's a hot
Florida afternoon with promise of a cold
front tonight, how sweet the symphony when
the band cares, the farmers market is finishing
up a Saturday celebration,
we walk out of Luma's perfectly cold air,
perfect wines, food made with love and creation,
servers on top of their game, smiles in all the
right places, we walk out in the hot air, the rose
garden calls us across the street, as we walk by the
smell of sugar, honey, Gardenia's climbing, we put our
shades on, walk by the railroad tracks, smoking time,
connected to the Blues, connected to love,, free buzzing
into forgiveness, simmering in good life, happy on both sides
of the track, rain, shine, snow or hell,
alley poets
on top of the world.
the poem I wrote
in my head a couple
of hours ago, during
the Petite Bistro Cabernet
the finger ling potato arugula
and truffle ricotta wood fired pizza,
the carrot soup with a hint of cumin
creme fresh and drizzle of vinegar,
the calamari fries with jalapenos,
we kicked back with a cappuccino, a
Grand Marnier, in Italy that would be
out of line, but that's why poems come,
it's lunch in Winter Park, it's a hot
Florida afternoon with promise of a cold
front tonight, how sweet the symphony when
the band cares, the farmers market is finishing
up a Saturday celebration,
we walk out of Luma's perfectly cold air,
perfect wines, food made with love and creation,
servers on top of their game, smiles in all the
right places, we walk out in the hot air, the rose
garden calls us across the street, as we walk by the
smell of sugar, honey, Gardenia's climbing, we put our
shades on, walk by the railroad tracks, smoking time,
connected to the Blues, connected to love,, free buzzing
into forgiveness, simmering in good life, happy on both sides
of the track, rain, shine, snow or hell,
alley poets
on top of the world.
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Good Afternoon
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