Washington Square Park Poem by Lee Crowell
Washington Square Park
we sat in Washington Square Park
on a slatted wood bench in the sun
your hair was tied back
and your face flushed pink with little beads of sweat
I stared at your breasts
while you peeled a grapefruit
and we spit the seeds into your paper bag
we walked back to the studio on sixth avenue
it was time for your class
and I had to catch a bus
we kissed for the first time
and when I turned to leave I could have cried
for that moment which would never be repeated
it's the damnedest thing how they never repeat
A good write indeed, Lee. It's very true, every event in life is unique and not to be repeated. There may be many similar ones but, never another like the original. Best wishes Richard
I think you did a very good job on this poem. I really enjoyed reading it.
I pray that Denis's poem is hugely successful, and that he'll send me a little gift for providing the inspiration. (or a big one if he gets rich) Seriously Denis, congratulations with your upcoming success. How can we obtain a copy of the publication?
I wrote a piece of poetry based on Lee's poem. My poem, First Kiss Blues, was added here on poemhunter.com then /poem/ then first-kiss-blues/ and has recently been accepted for publication here in the UK. Thanks, Lee.
great! ! highly magnetical writing........good mems are to be cherished for ever. so it repeatedly haunt with more power.. rgrds/salu
hmmm soo cute..........much true.....all do cross such incdnt n life....10+++ sebastine
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/5/2025 10:22:53 PM # 1.0.0
Well penned.. No one can escape from Love... ^-^