john-macayeal - Hello Poetry

"Do I know you?" That's what she asked a telephone pole. She stood in front of it staring like she expected an answer. I was walking down Congress Street when I beheld this odd interchange between animate existence and inanimate. She then went to a light post and asked the same question. "Do I know you?" She didn't notice that I had noticed her. Maybe she was rehearsing for something. There was someone she needed to ask, "Do I know you?" She was practicing by asking telephone poles and light posts and now a stop sign. "Do I know you?" she asked the four white letters on a red background. I stared at her staring at the sign waiting for an answer. I wanted to stop and ask her for what reason she was rehearsing that line, "Do I know you?" But I walked on. Later that day I saw her at a Starbucks. I almost wanted to go up to her and ask her "Do I know you?" but then I decided I didn't want to make fun of her. I got a latte and waited, waited to see if whoever she hoped to ask that question would come in. She just sat there with a latte. I got tired of waiting and left.

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Nov 14, 2024

Nov 14, 2024 at 4:29 PM UTC

Practice

"Do I know you?" That's what she asked a telephone pole. She stood in front of it staring like she expected an answer. I was walking down Congress Street when I beheld this odd interchange between animate existence and inanimate. She then went to a light post and asked the same question. "Do I know you?" She didn't notice that I had noticed her. Maybe she was rehearsing for something. There was someone she needed to ask, "Do I know you?" She was practicing by asking telephone poles and light posts and now a stop sign. "Do I know you?" she asked the four white letters on a red background. I stared at her staring at the sign waiting for an answer. I wanted to stop and ask her for what reason she was rehearsing that line, "Do I know you?" But I walked on. Later that day I saw her at a Starbucks. I almost wanted to go up to her and ask her "Do I know you?" but then I decided I didn't want to make fun of her. I got a latte and waited, waited to see if whoever she hoped to ask that question would come in. She just sat there with a latte. I got tired of waiting and left.

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Honeysuckle scent Announcing that the school year Will soon be over

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May 12, 2024

May 12, 2024 at 8:36 AM UTC

Promise

Honeysuckle scent Announcing that the school year Will soon be over

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Opening Grandma's book I get a paper cut. Is that her laughing?

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Feb 16, 2024

Feb 16, 2024 at 5:12 PM UTC

A Prank

Opening Grandma's book I get a paper cut. Is that her laughing?

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We got the library meeting room between 930 - 10 when it closed. I usually recite the worst poetry, but that night I was the hero b/c I noticed that the librarian forgot to lock the front door. We go back in. At 10:45 I do my new sonnet. I was told it wasn't half-bad.

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Jan 13, 2024

Jan 13, 2024 at 6:24 AM UTC

After the Library Closed

We got the library meeting room between 930 - 10 when it closed. I usually recite the worst poetry, but that night I was the hero b/c I noticed that the librarian forgot to lock the front door. We go back in. At 10:45 I do my new sonnet. I was told it wasn't half-bad.

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It was the green-light party. There was a car in front of me, a car behind me, a car to the left of me, and one to the right. Strangers in metallic isolating bubbles were bonding -- we honked at each other -- rolled down our windows, shouted at each other -- "There's another!" Some cars were more expensive than mine, some cheaper -- And then there was a red light. And the green-light party ended.

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Jan 13, 2024

Jan 13, 2024 at 6:05 AM UTC

Strangers

It was the green-light party. There was a car in front of me, a car behind me, a car to the left of me, and one to the right. Strangers in metallic isolating bubbles were bonding -- we honked at each other -- rolled down our windows, shouted at each other -- "There's another!" Some cars were more expensive than mine, some cheaper -- And then there was a red light. And the green-light party ended.

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Big white shoes swing wide While small dog struggles to keep Up with mincing steps

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Dec 28, 2023

Dec 28, 2023 at 9:07 AM UTC

Legwork

Big white shoes swing wide While small dog struggles to keep Up with mincing steps

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Read grandmother's books Found passages underlined She lived once again

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Jan 9, 2022

Jan 9, 2022 at 11:49 AM UTC

Thoughtprints

Read grandmother's books Found passages underlined She lived once again

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Why did Liz jilt the Frobe? And why was I seated between them? Was it because we all came from the same island? What would Liz reveal? And how would the Frobe disagree? And if she gets too loud? And he got too mad? Like his sixth glass always promised? Well... I was wearing the comfortable shoes Of any good savateuse

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Oct 1, 2020

Oct 1, 2020 at 4:48 PM UTC

One Statement Eight Questions

Why did Liz jilt the Frobe? And why was I seated between them? Was it because we all came from the same island? What would Liz reveal? And how would the Frobe disagree? And if she gets too loud? And he got too mad? Like his sixth glass always promised? Well... I was wearing the comfortable shoes Of any good savateuse

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Olive-drab dress, black Gloves: a brief mambo, prelude To her last heartbreak

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Aug 22, 2020

Aug 22, 2020 at 1:44 PM UTC

The Noir Flick