Writings by Thomas Radwick. Mostly poetry and lyrics. t_radwick@yahoo.com

Big Lady

Then came this
big jiggly lady
bustling up the sidewalk.

Wow! Wide! With
queenly pride: her stride
made waves in the air.

I stood there
spraying the pavement
in front of the store

and saw her
sort of shiver
when she passed this

old car
heaped in the street
with its face bashed in.

This jumbled her
rhumba. She stumbled.
And stopped

under a sky
like an eye

hovering over us
with a big blank gaze.

She sighed. And
started striding again

toward the store.
I stared hard

at the sidewalk
and squeezed my hose.



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