poetry critical

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Random Poem:


Another afternoon at the cafe:
glorious idleness.
The birds are unchanged,
as are the construction sounds;
another project
matters very little
from beneath the canopy's shade.
It's the dull humming of Caterpillars
that falls short of the sidewalk,
skipping up lazily:
the sparrows are unconcerned,
and the young man at the next table,
his shirt proudly unpressed,
his face changing from pimples to
wisps of beard,
is engaged in a long explication
on the nature of an afterlife,
and the utility of religious belief
to a smiling girl in spaghetti straps,
her shoulders pink to the sun.
Big machines hum in the distance.
Her smile is uncertain,
tugging at the corners.
Her eyes crinkle, and she leans
toward her engaging boy
maybe hoping for a joke;
strands of brunette,
rebelling against a ponytail,
climb her cheek
and tangle in her teeth,
sunshine camouflage
for Irish girls in Kansas.
Bobcats prowl the prairie.
Between unpolished remarks
on reincarnation,
while flies
perform touch-and-goes
on unwashed saucers,
his earnestness is betrayed,
distracted by the breeze
and it's gentle effect
on his companion's blouse
billowing powder blue
and canary yellow,
fluttering ducks.
Quitting time comes soon
as the sun burns into the afternoon;
fences will stand
well into the evening,
leaning into the street,
jilted lovers
dancing sadness while waiting for moonlight,
while idle empty coffee-cups
insist that every moment
must be entered into a ledger,
and time be spent

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