Pinup Poem by Billy Collins

Pinup

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The murkiness of the local garage is not so dense
that you cannot make out the calendar of pinup
drawings on the wall above a bench of tools.
Your ears are ringing with the sound of
the mechanic hammering on your exhaust pipe,
and as you look closer you notice that this month's
is not the one pushing the lawn mower, wearing
a straw hat and very short blue shorts,
her shirt tied in a knot just below her breasts.
Nor is it the one in the admiral's cap, bending
forward, resting her hands on a wharf piling,
glancing over the tiny anchors on her shoulders.
No, this is March, the month of great winds,
so appropriately it is the one walking her dog
along a city sidewalk on a very blustery day.
One hand is busy keeping her hat down on her head
and the other is grasping the little dog's leash,
so of course there is no hand left to push down
her dress which is billowing up around her waist
exposing her long stockinged legs and yes the secret
apparatus of her garter belt. Needless to say,
in the confusion of wind and excited dog
the leash has wrapped itself around her ankles
several times giving her a rather bridled
and helpless appearance which is added to
by the impossibly high heels she is teetering on.
You would like to come to her rescue,
gather up the little dog in your arms,
untangle the leash, lead her to safety,
and receive her bottomless gratitude, but
the mechanic is calling you over to look
at something under your car. It seems that he has
run into a problem and the job is going
to cost more than he had said and take
much longer than he had thought.
Well, it can't be helped, you hear yourself say
as you return to your place by the workbench,
knowing that as soon as the hammering resumes
you will slowly lift the bottom of the calendar
just enough to reveal a glimpse of what
the future holds in store: ah,
the red polka dot umbrella of April and her
upturned palm extended coyly into the rain.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dana White 25 May 2009

Great poem. Deep, insightful, along with a good choice of certain words(intelligent) .

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Joseph Pedulla 26 October 2016

DEEP? ? ? Are you serious? DEEP? ? ? Egads! ! ! He has to choose intelligent words- if only to dress up this doggerel and make it somewhat palatable. Ugggghhhh! ! ! ! !

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Michael Shepherd 18 March 2005

If I could stop hugging myself with glee, I'd write one...

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Ratnakar Mandlik 10 May 2020

The narration of minute details in the scenario is superb. Well deserved modern poem of the day.

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Dominic Windram 10 May 2020

So typical of garages in the U.K.....still mired in the sexist world of the 1970s....a very incisive poem by Billy Collins. By the way it always seems to cost more, and take longer than initially thought. at one's local garage..funny that..very convenient for them not so much for us!

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Sylvia Frances Chan 10 May 2020

Congratulations on being chosen again as The Modern Poem Of The Day. And also for being almost all the time on # 33 on Top 500 Poets. Double congratulations. God's Blessings.Please, write more poems, thank you.

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Mahtab Bangalee 10 May 2020

there mechanical life is busy with daily cacophony works to survive in the human society with the many living and non-living parts of nature; the poet masterly delineated the life in his poetic expression; greatly written

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Kumarmani Mahakul 07 November 2019

Congratulations for being selected this poem as the modern poem of the poem of the day.

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