Waiting MAG

By Steven S., New City, NY

The pavement burns under my feet,
I lean against the chain-link fence,
bounce off of it like a trampoline.
The leaves twirl -
they are concentrated, as if in a waltz.
My eyes squint
I pick the lint off my faded sweater.
My cell phone in hand,
I’m ready to answer when it begins to pulsate.
The birds argue,
the tree’s raspy laugh is carried by the wind,
and the grass is cold, under the damp morning blanket.
Nothingness hangs on me like
my dad’s old trench coat,
and loneliness is a bowler hat that sits neatly on my head.





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i love this so much!

lola4794 said...
on Apr. 16 2010 at 9:25 am
It's a pretty good poem, nice use of literay devices, but I want to feel your emotions more and this isn't making me feel anything.


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