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"yeard" poems
he was standing on the curb a bearded man with a wool cardigan a striped one, made for the winter by strange hands and thrown away for him to find it between pizza boxes in an alley. now I know he was a beggar, but at that time, when I was four, he looked like a funny old man; he blew the smoke from his cigarrette in the night air and he glanced at me as my family got inside the ice cream shop - where the ice cream people are, you know. I had fruit salad in a goblet and laughed at my father's silly panama hat and imagined what I'd be when I grew old. my mother offered me her hand and we went to the car; I kneeled in the backseat, staring through the rear view window I saw the alluring lights of the city and the leather-dressed people standing in front of bars and the funny old man lying in a pool of tomato juice in the same curb I saw him just before; my sister yelled something I don't remember and started crying as my father called the police. I sat on the backseat covering my eyes with my hands and hoped that those deafening sounds would stop and felt so awkward and so thoughtful for not understanding that completely. today, I think about the funny old man dressed in striped clothes lying in that curb and realise that that was not tomato juice, but the key to the understanding of my mind, the only thing that could make a four-yeard-old kid wonder about the death, simple as it is, and about the things that made someone stick a knife in a beggar's belly.
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May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 4:34 PM UTC
the striped man
the wind can carry leaves away can it carry me away too... can i just float away with the leaves? would any body miss me that much? would they come look for me? would they think to look amoung the leaves dancing in the wind? or would they be to beautiful that my family and friends would just pass by and look for me else where? like in the yeard waste basket were the leaves are moldy and ugly would i ever be found if i blew away with the strong wind amoung the beautiful leaves? would i ever be found? would they look for me?
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Oct 8, 2012
Oct 8, 2012 at 5:30 PM UTC
Leaf In The Wind.