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.
the tenth muse 
A perfectly crafted snapshot of life. It reminds me of a Jonathan Edwards poem.
thank so much, Carol!
This is marvelous scenery.. the image of a day, of some perfection… and all the details, like brushstrokes with that waitress smiling as if she meant it…
Thanks much, Bjorn; in the marathon that is April, we find the breath of inspiration in the most simple scenes. 🙂
Love the intricate details here 🙂 such a wonderful write.
thanks! 🙂
This was a great mini-movie. It’s perfect.
A mini-movie! Yes, that’s exactly it, Mosk! Thanks!!
I’m a big fan of your work and I adore this.
Thanks so much, Jennifer; that means a lot!
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.
wow– thanks so much– and thanks for the follow!
You captured the scene so well ~ Love that singing with the t-shirt wording ~ That’s life 🙂
yes it is! and nice to be able to capture a little of the sunshine in it. 🙂 thanks for reading!
I like this vivid moment in your life- can almost taste the lemon doughnut
and believe me, that doughnut was SO GOOD! 😀 Thanks for stopping by!
What a wonderful little snapshot into the moment–full of sensory details. Perhaps the Edward Hopper of poetry!
Thanks, Victoria! I always have like Hopper’s work, though to me it has a very lonely feel. Cheers.
Wonderfully described scene.. could totally visualize it…
thanks!
Okay now I am crying … and not because of any inherent sadness to the poem but rather because of my being a life long waiter and bartender … you understood in capturing a moment that we do smile genuinely … thank you
🙂 It (her smile) felt all the more radiant for that. Definitely genuine! Thanks for stopping by, Edward.
Wonderful story and not full of too many words and lines. A perfectly focused photo full of color and details that one can look at and keep finding more hidden.
thank you!
I love this. It reminds me of summers past – a wonderful snapshot and that little touch of Huey Lewis!
thanks! a taste of summer in early spring– kinda exactly how it felt. 🙂
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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.
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.
very evocative, sweet, unpretentious, really enjoyed. and i do not say that about many poems.
thank you so much!
So perfect
Thank you! You are too kind!
You are very deserving xxx