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Her brief visit
by Steve Michaels"Green is where the heart is," she whispers (tucking
my thin wallet into it's raggedy
nest) "and my heart is seeing only
red here baby." Cinnamon coated
kiss gifts my neck and
she's gone.
Lukewarm coffee frolics
with warming sun, day
is not over yet. 09/26/2012 Author's Note: :P
Posted on 09/26/2012
Copyright © 2024 Steve Michaels
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 09/27/12 at 01:53 PM Love your commentary, love the perspective, love the way you quoted the honest words of a money-lover. Sorry if the encounter was real. Heh. |
| Posted by Kris Mara on 09/28/12 at 03:06 AM I love the efficiency in your words -- there's so much meat with great delivery (and I'm hoping I'm making sense tonight...but I'm loving your words) |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 04/12/13 at 12:03 PM I love everything about this poem, the words contrast so wonderfully well and create quite a vivid picture and the irony, is so perfectly evident and in that last line, the expectation, great or small as yet to follow. |
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