Poem Number 16219

STREET SPRING

I know it's spring
the young muscled bald guy
who sits outside the coffeehouse
brought out his 2 baby snakes to play in his lap
and be petted by girls

Spring winds knock the skirts up flowers;
every daffodil is Marilyn Monroe.
Dandelions break thru cracks in sidewalks
the city promised to fix
and in crackhouses and projects
where junkies fix
and in cracks in the mirror where the fix is in.

I know it's spring,
after all that rain
tattoo roses blossom on skin
And everyone litters smiles
with no civic responsibilities,
ignoring disposable smile receptacles.

In spring there are no strangers
but we don't talk much anyway,
we don't seem to need words.


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(Posted by Bud)

This poem appeared in the June 2000 issue of "Street Spirit", a publication of the American Friends Committee. I bought the Paper off a homeless man, for $1.00. - Bud
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Correct Author name: Julia Vinograd, not 'Winograd'. - Bud
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How many think it's a good poem; how mamy believe I wasted my dollar? - Bud
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Very thought provoking poem. That alone is worth your purchase, and more. = Moe
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I think the reality of the real world is firmly expressed in this piece. Sometimes reality may not be the most beautiful thing to look at, but It does provide knowledge in truth. Something that can only be taught by Reality. Silhouette