Day In The Life Of The Parkbench Man Poem by elysabeth faslund
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.
Your swaddling images elevate this piece from a human angst to something lighter. Great tight delivery too. Excellent poem. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Very fine. The sparseness of the language reflects the leanness of the protagonist's difficult existence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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9/22/2024 9:26:23 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Well paced, images great as usual.