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