Blossoms

by Caleb Parker - Leo

Bourbon on the Rocks,
And some vegatable Samosas'
Brought out to thaw.

I smell the fair on the wind.
Books are laid down.
The air blossoms; like bread rising silent
Behind glass screens.

A cat crosses the road,
Now dusty, somehow.
And the kids from the cul-de-sac
Different somehow, their clothes perhaps.

The sun so low the pavement casts a shadow,
And someone else's telephone chirps
In the grass.

The air smells like her.

Birth sign: Leo
Date created: 1999-07-10 21:44:47
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:41:14
Poem ID: 52866

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