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a day like any other

by Charlie Morgan

a whirlwind of raging cups escape;
the ground no longer their anchor.
blustery strings of winds hold court.
lets down each, according to their crime.

Menchaca and i eat our breakfast; swallow
human rights, washed-down with coffee;
one white guy and one Mexican,
keeping our fingers in the dike.

for the weight of heavy, broken souls,
downtown glimmers hope in its image;
reflecting from the Sun a warm cuddle
from the day's morning to the afternoon.

an old man walking, more stumbling,
he listfully tried to scamper across
the street; but his endless summer in November
was beginning to take it's toll charge.

we are alchemists; we mix
this and that expecting
the other; then, nothing.
no surprises, we laugh.

one world, at a time;
we'll start again,
next Wednesday.
we grin, laugh, sigh.

crossword folded, stuff to do
on my list; ready for the day;
then i membered that today
was just gonna be a repeat.




11/26/2009

Posted on 11/26/2009
Copyright © 2024 Charlie Morgan

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Glenn Currier on 11/29/09 at 05:23 PM

Ah! Ricardo. How many wonderful and strange conversations I have had with him. I can see you two enigmas munching, crunching this one and that one, affirming that connectedness one gets from years of friendship and association. Your observing, as usual wakes me up and this one perhaps a bit more than others, warms my heart. Rock on, Chaz!

Posted by Joan Serratelli on 12/05/09 at 08:43 PM

Absolutely outstanding. Thanks for this one.

Posted by Ryan Nardi on 12/21/09 at 06:45 PM

American Camus? Good piece!

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