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In Passing
By dark_sister
Walking towards High Street.
Passing underneath a window,
someone is tuning a cello.
I stop and shiver in delight.
Tell the boy, "This is why I love the city."
Bending my ear, I catch up the secret sound.
A siren in the distance,
a shout in the alley,
the sob of a cello,
so deep, so love love love.
A glazed eyed black woman
bunched up in a purple jacket
asks for a dollar.
I give it to her and her cracked teeth.
I give it to her and I give it to me.
This love love love,
this stomach punching fear,
this smile hidden behind my hand,
this sobbing cello,
this screaming man.
I take the hand of the boy.
"Follow me."
He follows and wonders and at my wonder.
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Copyright 2003 dark_sister
Published on Wednesday, June 4, 2003.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
Comments on "In Passing"
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A former member wrote:
this was wonderful, thanx~whort_diddy
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On Sunday, August 31, 2003, The Fallen Angel
(235)
wrote:
Very sweet write! +Fallen One+
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On Thursday, June 5, 2003, TropicalSnowstorm
(1703) wrote:
Beautiful piece! My favourite lines are "I give it to her and her cracked teeth. I give it to her and I give it to me". You capture so much with your words! Ciao, T/S
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On Wednesday, June 4, 2003, Six-Out
(1435) wrote:
Wow. I love it. Puzzleing indeed. The last line was perfect though, "wonders at my wonder" Great write.
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On Wednesday, June 4, 2003, Johny_D_Lewis
(467) wrote:
puzzling, and enchanting. i like the way you see the world
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A former member wrote:
i am amazed. i could hear the cello... and watch you walking. brava
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