is it the right way
does it look to be the right way
that is what you think about driving in the city
does it just feel to be the right way
that is what you think about driving in the city
it is not too late to turn back you know
somebody slips into the car and you feel you know him
he seems interesting and wild and beautiful . does he really . yes . awfully
i feel this as i feel i know him
that’s what you think of driving in the city
you are catching all the lights
road signs parade determinedly back
the man doesn’t seem to care where he’s going
is the personality less interesting . no it keeps on getting better
it is not too late to turn back you know
* *
in the dappled park
where aloneness streams cheerfully
through the big oak tree and
another leaf falls in its mid-air course on
to my bench the 4 o’clock shadow
of an elderly man
drags upon the ground, prey to aimless walks
and bald memories
there are so many kinds of us
but separation never chooses nor prefers
although faith inflicts worse wounds
on those who yield to it
Wow. The first was a time machine. You took me back 30 some years to New York. The second I felt there with You. Again, You made my heart expand. Sad, beautiful….Thank You, Vera. ❤️
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❤ thank you, Katy. You're the best!
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My pleasure, Beautiful Lady!!! 💖
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These two poems puzzled me a little, and I read them over and over again, attempting to capture the essence. And then I noticed the comment made by Katy, which shed light on the whole. Beautiful Vera ❤️🌸
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Thanks, Isabelle, for trying to make sense of them. I don’t know they possess essence of any kind; they are, rather, anecdotal accounts in life’s sometimes messy travels.
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