Late September Morning

In the spring

Of a late September

Saturday morning,

In the early autumn sun,

People already pre-bundling

For the nasty North Pacific

Winter weather

That has yet to come,

A woman walks by

Both palms wrapped

Around a paper cup

Of coffee,

A dreamy holding a

Penis look on her face,

An old man salutes

The cenotaph and

Waves at the flag,

Picks up some garbage

Out of the dying flowers,

The simple sweet things

Of a late September morning.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Falling” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

8:42 AM September 29, 2012

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