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Saturday, April 1, 2023

"in the breeze"... a poem

"in the breeze"

in the morning hour by the window clocks,
dressed to their finest, the ladies shop,
searching for warm coats to get them through
the winter season. a few scarfs to don,
wool knit hats, bellyaches in their child spasms,
what they have come looking for is to
keep their babies comfortable, because the
elements are biting, the wind is a tunnel,
they move around like this and like that
and hop on one foot to the counter as they chat,
as they take off to get a bit of coffee,
they can hardly even believe what their eyes see,
it is two white cats twisting in the air,
juggling them eight balls right down to time square.

by Ryan Ventriloquist