by Bethany Lee

big hat sophisticate,
move out of the way,
the dark tower is calling
with its ebony glass
leaving onlookers reflective,
yet never reaching in.
an excuse to be encompassed by
something other than…

privileged to pass by palm trees,
meandering through the morn beside
sails and symbols, roman numerology,
scales and syllables,
alternate geography,
but still the heat remains.

destructed walkways labeled construction
yellow tape and orange barrels
sandals collecting sand
planet starbucks surpassed
and on we walk to the fountains
where children cool their skin
and shower themselves with grins and giggles.
the tempo unheeded, hidden from flamingo feet,
composed as fantastical symphonies,
but still the beat remains.

moods unguarded,
uprooting started,
umbrellas in the sun.
reminded by melodies of days called Young –
inconsequential, still this remains.

all has changed, and so stays the same.


Posted on 07/11/2005
Copyright © 2024 Bethany Lee

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Bradd Howard on 07/11/05 at 07:54 PM

wonderful word play... especially love the second stanza... great beautiful piece. haha planet starbucks!

Posted by JD Clay on 07/12/05 at 03:31 AM

I'm not sure where this poem is going, but given the title, I guess it doesn't matter. Come to think of it, I don't know where I'm going either, but I do like your style. pe4ce...

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