William J. Jr. Atfield Poet Rhyme

Possibilities

Possibilities

Another gorgeous B. C. day – a walk – no driving
in an age, - consciousness of – that has been arriving.
On this fine day, on my rounds – the bowling alley,
I came upon, a lady I know – well not really –

I first met her at our local drug store – postal worker, her position.
A year later, on a Sunday stroll, I met her on Shaughnessy Street.
After our conversation, this PYT ( pretty young thing ) I did meet,
a smart ass, who gives me a wuz up ?, well sweetie, my supposition

is this, the sky, the clouds, the moon, the stars,
numerous solar systems, planets, happy humans and Mars
- who inhabit this universe – that’s wuz up my dear.
A perception from our point of view, I fear.

For - beyond the quicksand, the crust, the quagmire,
the mantel and the core, lays our spirit, set on fire
by all that hovers beneath, under, below wuz up,
that also becomes, wuz down my little butter cup.

B. J. “A” 2
May 1st 2005

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Kp Nunez February 6, 2015 at 10:31 PM Lol! From what I've read so far of your works, sire, this is the first one that is quite lighthearted...and humorous even. I like the smart and quick-witted response to a seemingly inconsequential question to an admittedly old soul...The expansion of the response was even more alert than most young things can come up with in this day and age of copy / paste. More chuckles from the land of thousand isles...Kim :D