Neil Carpathios Poems
|2.||Another Summer Evening On The Block||5/14/2008|
|4.||In Victoria's Secret, Near The Bras||5/14/2008|
|5.||Kindergarten Open House, Observing Art||5/14/2008|
|6.||No More Same Old Silly Love Songs||5/15/2008|
|8.||The Door In The Field||5/14/2008|
|10.||What Divorce Teaches||5/14/2008|
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No More Same Old Silly Love Songs
When the radio in my car broke I started to notice the trees.
I began to stop exaggerating the color of leaves,
how their reds and oranges need no wordy embellishment.
I started to open my window and smell the wet pavement
after morning rain. Crows on the phone line,
their blackness and stubborn dignity. I even noticed my hands
gripping the wheel, the small dark hairs, the skin,
the knuckles and the perfect blue veins.