Tuesday Poem by Maya Garza
Tuesday
Mill,
Milling about.
I want to know where they're all headed
from my discreet latte'd perch.
Sugar,
needs more sugar.
I disturb the elderly with their shopping carts.
The midmorning is a queer time of day,
the young and the old merge,
unadorned by the teenage cesspool.
I listen to the dull music
softly blaring,
there is no tension in my body,
from my discreet latte'd perch.
6/23/09
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