walking around
i found myself
looking for buttons on the ground
that’s her thing
she’ll be here soon
on the bus, next to me stood three,
a guy in the middle of two women,
head back, pontificated endlessly
they should’ve left him on the bus
and followed me
walking to the corner, a rash of vivid electric
green grew between the cobblestones
made it harder to see the buttons
she’ll be here tomorrow, and find them
just wait, you’ll see
Tuesday, December 02, 2008
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I hardly know where to comment, because I'm enjoying myself so much over here. You have much excellent work.
I love "Buttons Up and Dancing." That second stanza is right on in its music and structure. I also love the story that's going on (or at least the story as I perceive it). Isn't it wonderful how we bring our own life experiences to a read? I'm lost in a story of my own life in this poem.
Thanks for linking me. I've been meaning to ask you if I could link to you, then I went out of town for a bit. I'll get you up there tonight, so now I don't have to hunt to find your work. Beautiful poetry and I love your voice, too.
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