Barking, knowing she's there Dressed in scant, never with Dignity Sometimes in pajamas Always bra-less Friendly though Hushing her furry friend Not to seem too rude waking up the neighbors so early in the morn
She says hello, with a wave and a smile, only when she is out of her trailer
Never would you know, by the arguments with the man inside, she has a mouth of a sailor Like his own behavior as a drunk, calling her obscene names as she returns the favor
Getting out with her little friend and taking a stroll around the park stopping to talk to the loud mouth woman down the block
No respect for the sleeping hearts no mindfulness for a soft tone for those hearing and listening wanting just a silent walk without her yelling at her little dog to shut up!
This early hour of the day break waiting for her to return from the barking departure in the neighborhood wakefulness , to have it start all over again on the loop around the mobile homes
A man Old, like me, Limps along the gravel road Pacing himself to the pain In his knees Bracing himself against the cold With mittens And layers of pendletons. Trailing him Two mastiffs, Lightning and Achew, Their tales in constant motion Lumber like sumo guardians. Every morning he walks his dogs Before the suncrest Before the light hints of anything Other than vague shapes Even though each step Reminds him He is closer to the darkness Than the light.
People walking outside I have a problem with it. I can't hear anything, that day There wasn't a warning It wasn't fair. My fair lady friend. Not a willow, nor a wisp.
Sens-less Mind-fullness
ReplyDeleteBarking, knowing she's there
Dressed in scant, never with
Dignity
Sometimes in pajamas
Always bra-less
Friendly though
Hushing her furry friend
Not to seem too rude
waking up the neighbors
so early in the morn
She says hello, with a wave and
a smile, only when she is out of
her trailer
Never would you know, by the arguments
with the man inside, she has a
mouth of a sailor
Like his own
behavior as a drunk,
calling her obscene names
as she returns the favor
Getting out with her little friend
and taking a stroll around the park
stopping to talk to the loud mouth
woman down the block
No respect for the sleeping hearts
no mindfulness for a soft tone for
those hearing and listening wanting
just a silent walk without her yelling
at her little dog to shut up!
This early hour of the day break
waiting for her to return from the
barking departure in the neighborhood
wakefulness , to have it start all over
again on the loop around the mobile homes
Wonderful characterization!
DeletePeople Walking
ReplyDeleteA man
Old, like me,
Limps along the gravel road
Pacing himself to the pain
In his knees
Bracing himself against the cold
With mittens
And layers of pendletons.
Trailing him
Two mastiffs, Lightning and Achew,
Their tales in constant motion
Lumber like sumo guardians.
Every morning he walks his dogs
Before the suncrest
Before the light hints of anything
Other than vague shapes
Even though each step
Reminds him
He is closer to the darkness
Than the light.
Rick
“Now That I am Home”
ReplyDeleteFour neighbors, all women, walk their dogs and it occurs to me,
The older the neighbor, the smaller the dog.
There is a pear shaped man in a hat who walks to the store
Twice every day. He waves.
My kids used to be friends with the boy at the end of the block.
His mom walks past our house to catch a bus.
The young mom across the street walks her twins, holding hands,
And I can finally understand what they are saying.
People walking outside
ReplyDeleteI have a problem with it.
I can't hear anything, that day
There wasn't a warning
It wasn't fair.
My fair lady friend.
Not a willow, nor a wisp.
parade of neighbors
ReplyDeletefamilies alone together
behind their masks