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Poor Man Beggar Man

She tinkers change someone left on the table
waiting for brunch at the Bluebonnet Bistro,
a hole in the wall with thick on the windows.

Lost deep to thought, this rock ‘n roll liberal
in her mid-twenties and sage satin stole,
pockets a penny that weighs down the satchel

strapped to her shoulder and swung under table,
asway just above cherry red laced stilettos.
From a corner booth table, a sitting man stares

an impertinent stare at her pendulum satchel
and long dangled legs that sway to a torso
wrapped tight in proof of a Wolf Parade show

back in twenty fourteen - unable to go
back down below where he yearns to obey 
all known from each of each one of her toes.


A poem about the diminishing return of memories as they're reduced and bid bare by time using an abbreviated variation of the sestina form.  

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Date: 1/2/2019 2:03:00 PM
Congratulations Phillip, on this win. ~ Brandy
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Date: 1/1/2019 2:44:00 PM
Beautifully penned, Phillip. Much enjoyed. Congrats on your win.
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Date: 12/29/2018 2:12:00 AM
The sense is rather blurry in the last line, but overall a good achievement. Well done on your poem's placement in my contest.
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Date: 12/20/2018 7:15:00 PM
The title alone says so much. There is a difference in someone in need, and one begging. Your thoughts hold many emotions. Such vivid images you paint here with your words. ~ Brandy
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