Poetry: Day Three

 

Donna

lewd, shrewd, crude

Criticizing, terrorizing, monopolizing

damsel. delinquent, diva, delusional drama queen

demanding, domineering, deviating

likes procrastinating, wants romantic relations, seeks instant gratification

bossy, stubborn,

my 16 year old niece

 

Cuenca’s Weekday Teenagers

uniformed in Parochial Tribes

donning sweaters, skirts, slacks,

in crimson, scarlet, emerald, and navy blue

roaming, rendezvousing, chilling, staring, sharing, comparing, daring

congregating

at church squares, field trips, bodega fronts, soccer fields

seemingly bearing no pessimism, cynicism, child terrorism

no tattoos or fire arms

it is the U.S. 60 years ago

 

4AM Drive

carefree highway, the darkened street

I own the road, The world’s asleep

cruising, probing, gliding, navigating, penetrating

this concrete ocean, street lamps eerie glow, nocturnal journey

wondering, contemplating, analyzing, hypothesizing

Freddie Hubbard solo sax on 90.9

enveloping, enfolding, invigorating

my undernourished head

sounds of

revelation, relaxation, imagination,

sights of

traffic light illumination

creating a mental elevation

surreal, exhilarating, transcending

a 20 minute manifestation

until I reach my employment destination

 

One Comment Add yours

  1. Alison says:

    Loved your poetry. What a fresh way to absorb and ‘see’ the familiar around you–and how you’re affected by it. Wonderful!

    Liked by 1 person

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