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In the scent of asphalt after the rain
by Melanie J YarbroughWalking to the market on Pearl Street,
the old man who
sits on the steps of his
apartment building
with his shoes off, socks on
in the sun waves at me,
calls me sweetheart.
I'm pissed about something Crysty didn't do
but that old man reminds me
that I only have a week left
to be pissed at her.
Later on,
Nic tells me via computer screen
about the woman who advises I
don't "make business out of a
hobby"
and I'm angry, again,
belittled
until Crysty talks me down from my
ledge.
We both laugh,
say I'm silly,
and she leaves me,
still a little
bit mad. 06/22/2008 Author's Note: Sunday, 22
Posted on 06/22/2008
Copyright © 2025 Melanie J Yarbrough
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Meghan Helmich on 07/03/08 at 03:45 PM that is my favorite smell of ALL time. |
| Posted by Brian Francis on 07/18/08 at 09:16 PM I have been reading your little works. I love your bits and pieces of life. I would pick a FAV but that would only seem to diminish the rest of them. Good work. thanks --bf |
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