Wednesdays

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In the East End,
in a brisk wind, sleeveless,
I blow dandelions
through the abandoned lot
by the doughnut shop
across from the all-week
fleamarket, watch the minivans
pull in and out,
the oldsters settling
at the counter in turn
with the newspaper
and a cup of coffee.
Huey Lewis belts softly
from a tv screen hanging
in the front corner;
I catch you singing
into your t-shirt happy
to be stuck with you
as I sidle up to order
my glazed lemon,
and, like she means it,
the waitress smiles.

34 thoughts on “Wednesdays

  1. You have a great ear. This is solid poetry. Highly publishable poetry. I’m following you now.

    If I could invent my own heaven, this would be it:

    “in a brisk wind, sleeveless,
    I blow dandelions
    through the abandoned lot
    by the doughnut shop
    across from the all-week
    fleamarket”

    That’s poetic perfection, my friend.

  2. i can’t help but envy your ability to craft such a casual scene and infuse it with emotion – this poem feels like so familiar. this poem feels like home. beautifully done.

  3. I love the opening line” I blow dandelions through the abandoned lot by the doughnut shop
    across from the all-week flea market”, it’s a simply wonderful feeling of morning sun and life and being happy.
    The Huey Lewis addition was a wonderful addition to the “scene” and great way to end the moment -I am craving the donut too.

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