Monday, June 19, 2017

Paris Poem #3

Daily Poem #3

Today's poem will be written in rain drops
upon an aluminum pie pan
not catching drips from a leaky ceiling,
but those rolling off
an umbrella left to dry in the foyer

Daily Poem after #3

The market offered only sad salad ingredients
in cellophane bags
marked with promises
unkeepable by their contents.

Daily Poem even after #3

This is day three and still no evidence
of cats in this building normally teeming
with felines and a small dog,
not to mention the monkey
on the top most floor.

And yet, there is silence.
Not a bark or a mew or a faint
distant purr.

Sandy Kinnee

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