Count all our change. Do we have enough for beer?
THE WAY IT SHOULD HAVE HAPPENED BY PETER M GORDON 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 16
Count all our change.
Do we have enough for beer?
Those last two soldiers look lonely
Behind some buzzing fluorescents
Guarding the deep recesses of
Sal’s Convenience Store fridge.
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We’ll skip across Sheep Meadow
Where oak trees obscure the skyline
Bees buzz like the old days
When the Canarsie Indians sought honey
To flavor savory smoke
And sweeten their long houses.
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Beer buzz fuzzes our brains
Stumbling over obscure sidewalk cracks
We hang on each other
All the way back to your flat
Kicking off loafers
We tumble together
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Lie in pools of sweat
Bare breeze ruffles the white blinds
Listen to the street buzz
Outside your window
Crowds dancing like bees dance
Savoring mysterious sweet pleasures.
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PETER M GORDON
I always loved reading poetry, but never thought I’d ever write any. I was trying to write an essay about taking my oldest son to college, and it came out as a poem. I’ve been writing poetry ever since.