My town.
The deer are everywhere
Just standing there
Wide-eyed, white-tailed
The beach is empty
Of tourists in winter
A cold wind blows
Sand into my eyes and face
The shops are empty
The salespeople courteous
If obviously bored
By the lack of traffic
Hotel lobby vacant
Except for the large tank
Of exotic fish
I look through the window
To the empty exercise room
Outside of McDonald's
At night, I eat
My blackberry ice cream
Colder than the night
That surrounds me, stars above.
November 30, 2007
© 2007 Anne Westlund
Poetry by Anne Westlund
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Written on 2007-12-09 at 21:05
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Winter Vacation
The deer are everywhere
Just standing there
Wide-eyed, white-tailed
The beach is empty
Of tourists in winter
A cold wind blows
Sand into my eyes and face
The shops are empty
The salespeople courteous
If obviously bored
By the lack of traffic
Hotel lobby vacant
Except for the large tank
Of exotic fish
I look through the window
To the empty exercise room
Outside of McDonald's
At night, I eat
My blackberry ice cream
Colder than the night
That surrounds me, stars above.
November 30, 2007
© 2007 Anne Westlund
Poetry by Anne Westlund
Read 638 times
Written on 2007-12-09 at 21:05
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