Poem for the Plaza
Poem for the Plaza
Breaking from my work
The Sun has moved and my screen obscured
I sit back and light my
Cuban Stogie
A cacophony of voices and
Sounds of street flood into me
A wind comes up
The mind moves and wanders
The trees simmer in the light and wind
Moving like the aural landscape
The Lover watches and
Enjoys the symphony of life
Lovers sit nearby faces aglow
Their eyes smiling
A mother searches for companion
As the sweet child follows
Sol shines on my face and trees
Even as the wind cools
The trees now still as lovers
Walk away, arm around shoulder
Beautiful people sit, walk, talk,
The Lover delights
A tongue flaps, with the
Relief of sitting, on the young woman
The biker stands, and dawns his
Leather jacket icon over long shaggy hair
Lust raises and falls as
Eyes scan skin, breasts, and faces
As wind comes back the
Trees are all motion while standing firm
Skin stands and walks away even as
Grey haired beauty walks by with cell
Friends meet, lovers parade
New beauty always replacing old.
r.slime
Breaking from my work
The Sun has moved and my screen obscured
I sit back and light my
Cuban Stogie
A cacophony of voices and
Sounds of street flood into me
A wind comes up
The mind moves and wanders
The trees simmer in the light and wind
Moving like the aural landscape
The Lover watches and
Enjoys the symphony of life
Lovers sit nearby faces aglow
Their eyes smiling
A mother searches for companion
As the sweet child follows
Sol shines on my face and trees
Even as the wind cools
The trees now still as lovers
Walk away, arm around shoulder
Beautiful people sit, walk, talk,
The Lover delights
A tongue flaps, with the
Relief of sitting, on the young woman
The biker stands, and dawns his
Leather jacket icon over long shaggy hair
Lust raises and falls as
Eyes scan skin, breasts, and faces
As wind comes back the
Trees are all motion while standing firm
Skin stands and walks away even as
Grey haired beauty walks by with cell
Friends meet, lovers parade
New beauty always replacing old.
r.slime