Sunday Like Margo

It was a Sunday

Like an old fashion

Prairie town Sunday,

You know the kind

Where the town seems

Dead,

Only the Chinese

Restaurant open

But nobody there,

Everyone either sleeping

Off Saturday night

Or trying to stay awake

In hard wooden pews,

Or playing ball in Kuroki

Or still drinking beer

At Margo Lake.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From `Still In Love With Love“ www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

11:45 AM March 31, 2013

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Bitcoin Dilemma

I tried to explain

What a bitcoin was

But it was really hard

You know because

I was new to

The concept

And there wasn’t one

To roll between their fingers,

I suppose that’s just

The way it goes

Some things

Are hard to

Understand

Unless you leave

The confines

Of what you think

You know.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Still In Love With Love” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

6:34 PM March 28, 2013

Poet

He went lonely

To a monastery

Played music

In sad harmony

Wondered if his time

Had passed him by,

Who knows why

One wanders there

Pulling cobwebs

From their hair,

Those corridors

That squeeze and scare

Like pins and needles

In your eyes.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Still In Love With Love” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

2:11 PM March 27, 2013