Saturday, February 1, 2014


Another poem about Up
The half-full cup

Everything's singing
School girls with brown skin, grinning

The woman in heels looks

The traffic makes way
It's hot but not so hot it's hoctic

The cash machine works
Having money, like peppermint, bursts

A sad girl is beautiful

The car music threads through life,
like gold veins of strength for the cars, insects and strife.

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