This is my poetry book. I can tell because that’s me on the cover.
This is the second installment of my “giveaway”, a random posting of the book’s content. I will draw two numbers from the “hat” and post whatever is printed on the corresponding pages.
As mentioned earlier the book has a story arc when read in sequential order. Random posting eliminates that aspect but if anyone is interested in seeing the context there is the “look inside” feature on Amazon.
There is no timeline for completing this project, just whenever it feels like it wants to be done.
And today’s numbers are: Two and fifty-two.
YESTERDAYS ARE FOREVER
Moments stolen from now
Pieced and fitted together
Form a never to be forgotten then
Make the most of these moments
Turns the promise of tomorrow
THE BAG LADIES OF THE LOWER EAST SIDE
Little dumpy women-people
To roam the city’s core
A bit of string
A half-used matchbook
The New York Times
Now twenty-four hours into history
Picking – Lifting – Scanning
Turning each new treasure
In gnarled, age spotted hands
Judging – Rating – Deciding
A keeper? Yes, definitely a keeper
Stuffing into the gaping maw, the insatiable mouth
Of the ever present shopping bag.
The dying picking among the dead