Thursday, 21 April 2011

21/30 - man crossing street

(I'm running out of reserves and so many of the rest of the poemlets don't seem all the way's a shorty.)

man crossing street

sunday morning early on a sunny brisk
carrying glass cup latte and scent of bacon
drag of cigarette
across kentish town road

how nice to be a man
who smokes while drinking coffee
cooks and eats bacon
crosses street without looking
certain he will not be harmed.

i couldn’t do it.  not any of it.

c. e. amato

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