The last cent drops from her hand
as she passes by the corner-street musician
the melody haunting the air as she continues.
Vehicles hum by in the early morning traffic
anxious to reach their destinations.
Her oblivion stretches beyond that
to her empty office waiting,
a cold cup of coffee sitting idly.
Papers stacked lifelessly
pressed into perfection against the corner
a beach calender presenting the only color
while she forgets knowledge
that lays wasted in the bin at her feet.
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Written September 2nd, 2006
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Oh my! So I totally remember reading this poem and leaving a comment until my computer choose to freak out and freeze up on me! LOL! Anyhow I loved this piece! The simple atmosphere you forged resonated so beautifully and the underlying message slithers throughout the poem before you seemed the embody it at the end! But the content of this is amazing! The feeling of hopeless desolation in a big world is such a common one, even though it may wear different clothes, drink different coffee, and work at the corner grocery store its one giant theme revolving around the world of humans! Overall this piece stole my breath away with the sweet intensity it had!
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I love this... the atmosphere you've created and the vivid depiction of the smaller details.
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