No Big Deal

May 10, 2019 § Leave a comment

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What about the afternoon poems?

Yes, the nights are long and silent,

words are heard easily

and spoken out with less fear

 

But what about the afternoons,

when the builder comes home,

when the train is late again

when you forgot to buy bread

and you have to walk all the way back.

 

There are not so many words

in the afternoon, are there?

We come, we go, we walk

sometimes we sit and drink a cup of coffee

 

Some smoke, watch the news,

call a friend on the phone

to tell him why they haven’t called so long.

One or two write a poem on the go.

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