Through the hazy window
I watch the smokers
smokers
whose cigarettes have long since dwindled away
Man in blue
blue
blue
Man in blue
swaying, tottering
hands thrust deep in pockets
shuffles and stares at the ground
ground
The stationary blonde with squinty eyes and smiles
all smiles
all smiles now
(the tears are gone
long gone
dwindled away like their cigarettes)
Standing in the cold
Cold Tuesday March Morning
nervously flirting
smiling
glancing around
Round
steam cold breath mingles
tingles
coatless in the lost winter breeze finding their own warmth
He stares at the ground, she stares at his face
looks up
and gone
blushingly gone
Through the pane glass door comes an old new friend
The girls talk
and talk
and she lights another cigarette
and the man in blue
blue
shuffles even more nervously
excuses
and dashes
creeps
humbles
slinks through the same pane glass door
pane glass
pain glass
and the girls talk
and smoke
and
slowly
she watches him leave
Reason for writing:
Despite the fact that its the style I usually write in I'm usually not entirely satisfied with my free verse poems. They just don't seem good enough, not polished. Of course I usually think my rhyming poems are pretentious and overthought. eh. But I like this one. I love the last two lines. Even this poem was about something I witnessed, not experianced, I can very deeply relate to the last two lines. I welcome your comments, and if you want I have a couple more poems up at <a href= http://www.angelfire.com/wi/fishinthesky/>http://www.angelfire.com/wi/fishinthesky</a>
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