Blustery

It's a windy day
and a newspaper tumbles by.
Not the front page,
some page from the middle of the Living section
with an ad for a lawyer and a health clinic on Main
and a nice looking lady wearing gloves
holding a bundle of carrots.
Cartwheels down the sidewalk,
snagging on a newsstand,
pressing itself to the little window,
and flapping a corner back and forth,
tapping out a lost newsprint Morse code message.
"Have you seen the other pages?
I can't find them."
Another gusts tumbleweeds
it down the street,
wrapping her around a silver crosswalk pole,
because they always have all the answer,
if the question is "Can I walk now?"





Poetry by Rapscallion
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Written on 2009-03-15 at 04:59

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Phyllis J. Rhodes
I watched intently as this word film rolled across my mind, taking in the sights and sounds of the city. I was the newspaper, the lady with the carrots, the gust and the crosswalk pole. I was the man behind the window of the barbershop taking in the sight. And the little girl in the doorway of the bookstore, waiting for her mother to tie her bonnet's bow snuggly under her chin, lest it be taken away by the bluster. I can't wait for the sequel. Great job.
2009-03-16



I love this Rap! I love the metaphors, lawyer, nice looking lady and those sweet carrots, were so tasty, I nearly did a cartwheel myself...wonderful morse code and I think the answer is...YES! it is safe to walk and as to Williams questions, I think the future is clear blue skies wherever you may lay your weary head...roam roam come on! springs to my mind. I love blustery....great write. Smiling at you from spring has sprung in Cornwall, Tai
2009-03-15



Very appealing cityscape poem. Too bad those crosswalk signs are such limited oracles. I'd like them to tell me where to walk TO; how to get there; and why I'm going there. Delightful tale of the journey of a loose newpaper on a windy day, and so much more.

Regards,
William
2009-03-15