Charles Lara


Sunday Noon - Poem by Charles Lara

Sunday noon
I push out
last night’s dinner
as the dog sleeps
on his back.
My son is downstairs
Playing video games
with a friend,
they can’t pass
to the next level.
I sit and wait
push and wait
wait and push.
The dog rolls over
and gives out
a long sigh.
I let it go,
finally after two days
I am normal again.
The sound of
the EL train passing
reminds me of the city
and those countless
long forgotten days.
I walk into my bedroom
turn on some classical music
Chopin or someone,
I don’t look at my ipod
to see what is playing
or who is playing it.
I lay on my bed
and look out
at the January sky.
There is pigeon shit
on my bay window,
I wonder if the bird
had as rough of
a time as I did.
The clouds are thick
and the sun doesn’t
have a chance to
overcome today,
Maybe tomorrow
it will break through...

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, February 13, 2005



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