DocAndersen
If I saw your face again
and
the thought trails off into the
sound of cars pushing
to get there first.
Bumper to bumper
seeking egress and advantage,
as the white gloves dance in the sunlight.
It is hard sometimes not to stop and wonder
to watch the flying glvoes and
in amazement seek the beginning
and then follow that to the end.
Would you know it was happening
if you were not there, then?
See
open the eyes
and remember
the things that
upon
or once
were.
On the road to Harlem
but not in New York.
I remember dancing glvoes
and how easy it is
to lose your way…
A nice splash of yellow sunshine for all of us. Great poem Doc.
It is, upon looking back, an interesting mix of peaks (happy) and valley’s (sad) poetry from the past. This one was from a tough time, but came from an entertaining event that I got to watch and enjoy.
Glad you are in a better place now.
Very interesting and thought-provoking words!
Thanks, Ellie! It is a pretty old poem (written in roughly 1987 or so).
Thank you, yellow is a fun color when it comes to flowers!
Thanks! I have come to love yellow flowers, but pink are still my favorite!
beautiful song and pictures………
Thank you so much! I hope you are having a wonderful weekend.