Day In The Life Of The Parkbench Man by elysabeth faslund

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Day In The Life Of The Parkbench Man

Long til night...mewling,
Sun newborn. Dawned in
Swaddling clouds
Keeping it warm.

A man shuffles the sidewalk,
Picking a penny, eyeing
The date.
Pockets Abe. Snags a
Can some woman dropped...

Bag over-full...heels tic-tacking
Cement. Yesterday...dreams.
Today...peaches. One penny.
Clouds. Raindrops. No sun.

Long til dawn...mumbles
Ancient lips...
Swaddled in newspapers,
Keeping him warm.

elysabeth faslund

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C H Sund (9/12/2008 3:53:00 PM)
Well paced, images great as usual.

Alison Cassidy (1/12/2008 9:56:00 PM)
Your swaddling images elevate this piece from a human angst to something lighter. Great tight delivery too. Excellent poem. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

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elysabeth faslund (11/23/49 / Thibodaux. Louisiana)