In the lunch hour alleys of the city,
We ate our Mexican food with the mild sauce,
Not wanting to raise the heat of our conversations;
Our plans were a rock concert at a small venue
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whether this is fictional or not, your attention to detail is keen. one of your best, Uriah. (did you mean 'scoping out the chicks'?) Jake
Gosh, Uriah, that poem came alive, I could picture the whole scene. Brilliant! Sincerely Ernestine
Uriah, there is some good description going on here. I think you might have brought Walt into your poem early on somehow and then written him in at the last, as you did. I liked the ending a lot. Change on of your 'always' to another word so you don't have two lines in a row with that word. Raynette
Good stuff...Walt Whitman is very good and seeing live music is very good as well. I believe this will inspire one for me...I used to preform live music.
I love how descriptive you are here Uriah. I felt like I was right there with you. Very nice. Sincerely, Mary
hey Uriah, this poem has a heartbeat all its own...beautiful writing...after reading it, I get a sense of actually sharing it with you...and maybe in some way I do, since you often read to me...thanks for that and thank for this. always, Amberlee