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Nosy Nostalgia

Typically I would find a booth, and hang out with a book, notepaper, and pen. Read, eat, and write. …and listen. My confession to the faithful 67 followers, I am nosy. I enjoy listening to the way people talk to each other, the rhythms, the tone. Two poems came out of this “hobby”. I’d like to share them with you today.

Poetry: Winter Sunset

Winter Sunsetsun setting at three pmgetting ready for bedshade drawn on the west windowconversation bouncingoff hard woodspoons clink inbowls of whitedoes the sun hear my pen scrape across the pagecan the womanwith red hair hear the bubbles sparkle in my cupIt is implied

Poetry: Walking Up Holly

The Maritime Heritage Park Fountain and the Whatcom Museumas seen from W. Holly StreetISidewalk DesertWalking up Holly StreetLife is alive with the livingLow tide wakes the sensesas mid-day traffic races byWalk uphill towards Bay StreetPass three homeless ones who wander camel-less like wise kings searching for The StarMan with a stroke-limp hobbles bypassing me on the right nodsContinueContinue reading “Poetry: Walking Up Holly”