Thoughts in New Westminster
A musician plays for an audience of 17 in the black night, in a red light.
It's 11:18 but he's not quite through.
A man celebrates a birthday with a sparkler at the patio table.
A couple walks slowly together on the boardwalk.
I'm standing on a balcony noticing.
The musician plays Happy Birthday for the man.
I feel bad that I didn't buy anything from an african man in the marketplace.
Who spent an hour holding a mirror so I could see how the clothes looked.
And who shook my hand when I left.
But when is the love of my life going to come back to the hotel?
I guess the wedding's not quite finished.
The Casino riverboat never casts off.
Hm.
[written during summer vacation]
posted by Julie at 7:02 p.m.
2 Comments:
i feel like i'm there. i love the contrast between black night and red light... i know how you feel, too, about feeling bad about not buying something from someone who looks like they could use the encouragement so badly. love you girl! keep writing.
These poems are really good. I'm jealous. GAH.
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