doved in the park

doved in the park with I
futility asks for one more dance
and I wants to
but it is getting cold
and Mrs do good
won't let dead dogs be

skeleton trees doodle
in grey winter sky
no swinging children
laugh at the old man
naked under a dirty coat
looking for words
crawling across pale skin




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2014-11-23 at 20:39

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I had to come back to tell you that I just love the name you gave this poem and the images it brings to my mind. :-)
2014-11-25



Your words and metaphors always amaze and pleas me, the way you put words together is a delight to read. I think you need that one more dance, somehow. :-)
2014-11-25