Unsuspecting April

A sunflower maddened with light
Sheds the seeds of poems.
-Lawrence Ferlinghetti

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It always happens like this, standing on Columbus
somewhere near Jackson, Bay winds press me to find
the words to keep you walking, unsuspecting April,
with a saunter past City Lights.

With the sun setting, shadowed winds channel up alleys
of glass windows, and slice through our ambling. I pipe up
how ‘bout a book…? which sends your eyes glazing into freefall
with how ‘bout-a-nap?, Washington park, and then
I’m kinda thirsty, refreshing words not heard since

Columbus last October. And because you don’t read poetry
and I don’t drink beer, we slip into familiar Specs where I buy
the first round, before the 2nd at Vesuvio’s, after which you
escort me next door to my favorite book of poems .

Tara Linda ©2017

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Author: tara linda

musician, poet, jewelry maker

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