Friday, 12 June 2009

Wink

Leaving a restaurant he stalls and sings

loudly and strong

to a throng of people waiting, longing

 

for pizza, pepperoni. A mister

has on a hat

with candles and ‘It’s my Birthday!’ lit up.

 

Now all the crowd sing out ‘Happy Birthday’

and Andrew waves,

conducts a chorus extravagantly.

 

I bet you never saw so many smiles.

He parades aisles

winking at a mirror, giving himself the eye.


10 comments:

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  2. ...I know so many people like that.Well put.

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  3. Well done, love the visual images this one evoked.

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  4. Love your work and look forward to future posts.

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  5. That is a lovely poem and conjures up all sorts of images in my mind. :)

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  6. What a wonderful poem, I can see just what happened, how great.

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  7. good poem i can see it. thank y9u.

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