Bodega Poems - Poems about Bodega

Evening is settling in. I empty my basket at the counter. A pint of vodka (the kind that comes in plastic bottles), a bottle of ’Tums’ antacids. A box of frozen French Bread Pizza. A jar of jalapeno peppers. A world-weary Latino lady checks the items, then checks me over coolly. Her look suggests that she knows, has seen it all before, probably guessing my wife is...

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Bodega Cat protects the store For rodents would think twice Before they’d squeeze through cracks or door – That goes for rats and mice. I pass this market on my walk Yet sometimes miss the cat. Perhaps he’s hiding or mid-stalk – Who knows where he is at? At times he sits outside and stares But leaves if someone nears. I do not...

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I empty my basket at the counter. Six individual cans of strong imported beer. A plastic bottle of ’Tums’ antacids. A box of frozen French Bread Pizza. A jar of jalapeno peppers. The wiry cute middle-aged blond checks the items, then checks me out. I flash my eyebrows, sometimes it works. Her smile suggests that she knows. Has seen it all before. I smile back, signaling...

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Author: Ken Jordan Short Story: Bodega Bay Edited By: Sparkle Jordan written: July/2012 It was late autumn when the summer leaves on the trees was just turning to a reddish orange, and each day the morning sunlight would become dimmer by a mist of incoming fog. Down by the sea, fisherman were out in there boats with fish nets in...

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Whitecaps splash against Charcoal colored rocks that Lie in scattered clumps Hugging the summer shoreline, Leaving white frothy foam That quickly disappears as Steadfast rocks prepare for Their next embrace. The ocean is calm today And my thoughts drift Through azure skies To mingle with the clouds. © Connie Marcum Wong...

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Dusk in Bodega Bay Soft dunes Like the backs of gray bulls And Salmon Creek Slipping into the Pacific To the big water The wineskins of winds Are open fully And the Pacific Ocean never pacific Wages eternal war with a sloping shelf Where pines lean frightened to the land When you eat fish in Luka's bar And you're happy that you're...

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