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Read Poems by Alan Reed

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Westbound Train

Before the rain
She came calling again

Last to be kissed
Muskrat in mist
Copper kettle, smoldering coals
Papyrus letters, indelible scrolls

Westbound train, eclectic guitar
Powder blue taxi, front door ajar
Ballet slippers, nails painted pink
Descending those steps, feigning a wink

Where does she get off strutting that stuff
Prancing past puppets, acting so tough?
Drops of honeydew those wine glass legs
Round square fence posts, oval wood pegs

Old days are gone
And so are the dreams
No picking up on outdated themes 

Fires do not burn forever
I told her “everyone knows”
Off-centered smile, dubious clothes
Left her standing there neither happy nor sad
In roundhouse gray and scantily clad

Copyright © Alan Reed | Year Posted 2014


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