Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Tools

The old woman glared.
The glare that had made lovers weep
and children rebel.
We followed in her wake
as the store manager opened the express line.



How better to spend time waiting for a bus than to compose a poem?







3 comments:

  1. Bravo! I would assert that this was down time well spent.

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  2. Cool poem, cool broad. Esther Howard could of played her in a movie.

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