Friday, April 21, 2017

James Walton #50 Timothy Leary drops by




bus
shelters gather     a stampede through western towns
suburbs relinquish dogma     take away food departs
the empty waiting room     sighs
a friend once laughed     where’s the vinegar
they queue into the street     impatient the bank teller
thinks     of love in the morning     an early retirement
where a beach can smile     at this effrontery
sweating     a grasshopper in an old running shoe
hasn’t time      for the hand held clicker
a hat without a brim     is mistaken confidence
lapses

3 comments:

  1. Your line "a grasshopper in an old running shoe" took the pebble right out of my hand!

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  2. Fabulous poem! The things that bank tellers think of .... hope Timothy Leary drops by into a few more of your poems. :)

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