Wednesday, May 02, 2007
Some of the Salisbury Folk
In the oldest pub in town
Lives a skeletal hand.
A curios, once stolen
Then returned a week later.
A phantom person still waters the plants
In an old chemist's window,
Cluttered with junk and decrepit geraniums.
Feeling too guilty to let them die,
But not bothered enough to care for them.
Last week, one morning
On the subway floor,
A husband pleaded with his wife
In chalk letters on her route to work. ¶ 10:16 pm
Lives a skeletal hand.
A curios, once stolen
Then returned a week later.
A phantom person still waters the plants
In an old chemist's window,
Cluttered with junk and decrepit geraniums.
Feeling too guilty to let them die,
But not bothered enough to care for them.
Last week, one morning
On the subway floor,
A husband pleaded with his wife
In chalk letters on her route to work. ¶ 10:16 pm
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That last verse seems to bring the poem back to reality with a bump. I like it.
Pleaded? Really? What did it say?
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Pleaded? Really? What did it say?
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