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HAPPENING UPON A PARCEL OF POSTMEN
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JOURNAL # 41 earlier today
amid downtown traffic
at the corner of Fifth and Julianna
I noticed as I waited for the light
to turn green
8 men in matching postal gray
trudging across the street
as they shuffled loosely to
their cars dotting the parking lot
ahead
my mind became trained on the
last tired slowed man
with feet too big and or shoe/boots
too heavy
he seemed out of place
sadder than most
his weary slouch almost saying
aloud
another long dreadful year has passed
now home I go to ring in another...
(Dec. 31, 2013 746pm)
Great imagery, Melissa. Rain,
Great imagery, Melissa. Rain, snow, sleet, and hail...maybe should be. "Arthitis, a beer belly, 6 kids, and a nagging wife...lol.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Thank you so much nightlight for your humorous comment.
In was though in retrospect a sort of sad sight. Just a blip of a moment at a stop light and I knew a poem would come post with. I love those sort of moments. Sincerely, M.