I Miss This
Author: Pondering Red


i miss it
streaming running
the concrete fields
of festivals
in this perfect city
ice cream dripping rum
beer streaming through skin

i miss it.
me relaxing
you cooking chicken
red and green peppers
sizzling in the savage heat
by the peace of the moment.

i miss this.
artisans beading hair in
Nelson square.
twisted balconies
painted peeled doors
portueguese ladies
through old lace curtains
walking St.Laurent
the endless poetry of people
the endless newness of it all
i miss it.
i miss it.


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Leah ( -- Sunday, November 30 2003, 08:16 am

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I love it i love it lol.....this poem was great to read the way you described all the simple joys of life....and the city...It was great...
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