Laurence Overmire

Another Sunday Afternoon - Poem by Laurence Overmire

Another Sunday afternoon
in fall
in Brooklyn
dead leaves rustle
over the cracked sidewalks
mixed with the trash
of careless minds
the September sun
is a golden orb
spinning on the web
of the azure sky
and the sound of
dapples the eager air
breathe deep
and feel the warmth
that penetrates the bones
when time is a pendant
you choose not to wear...

A crowd on the corner
women and men
passing the quiet hours
in casual conversation
I pass
and there before me
ten feet away no more
a crumpled figure
in the gutter
drunk asleep? !
a long and frivolous night, my friend?
(chuckle softly
do not wake)
But then...
the smooth line
near the head there
trickled, dried
of blood
is almost
the crowd on the corner
patiently waiting
for someone
to take him

Another Sunday afternoon
in fall
in Brooklyn.

(Previously published in Ygdrasil, Nov. '99)

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Comments about Another Sunday Afternoon by Laurence Overmire

  • Marilyn Lott (4/3/2008 10:44:00 AM)

    You drew me right into your poem, Laurence, and all my senses
    were alive with the scene. Very well done!

    Best Wishes,
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 3, 2008

Poem Edited: Friday, April 4, 2008

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