on narrow cobble stoned streets
at noon in the throng of the old city
i passed a woman speaking in normal voice.
something odd about this caused me to stop.
hearing her calm voice i turned to watch.
in no way did she sound or look crazy.
her calm manner of dissertation seemed quite normal,
but there was no one to whom was she speaking.
she stood chin up, as if speaking to the wind.
i had to walk back and then begged to interrupt,
“mi scusi.” I asked to whom was she speaking?
she pointed up toward the building she was facing.
eighty feet away high up on the third floor her friend
looked down from an open window, smiled and nodded.
here at last is proof of the evolution of man
adaptation in the strength of neighborliness.
Thursday, November 24, 2011
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Hi Jack,
I like the cadence of the poem and I enjoyed making this discovery with you, to whom she was speaking, as I read.
"Adaptation in the strength of neighborliness" is a good strong line to assess the experience, and finalize the poem.
Happy Thanksgiving!
i made a change in this entry:
i walked by that way
and the distance between the two
was closer to eighty feet.
the lady on the street
was speaking in a normal voice.
amazing
there is no thnksgiving in italy.
i had that day an apple
and a banana.
my leanest thanksgivg ever.
at my age i have to set new records
where i find them.
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