Sitting In A Parking Lot On Moreland Avenue – A Poem

September 8, 2011

Yesterday I sat in a parking lot on the east side of Atlanta.

I sipped coffee and made a list of things I needed in the store… and I wrote this on an old crumpled envelope:

 

Collector of words / lover of birds

songstress from Madrid / you blame me

the most rotten man

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Gray sky in the night / pink flowers on a grave

love in a blue glass / I learned to forgive myself

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As time alloted

certainty in a checkered chart / I told you once

to take a trip on the sea / forget the dreams

call them back

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A sunny afternoon / and a herd of sheep

all act the same / comfort in comfort

numbers are not the same / copy-cat frustrations

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Sometimes a blue note / leaves you misty-eyed

the power of vibrations / echo in the canyon

we all have a life / reflect yours on me

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Sunset and a purple moon

I haven’t seen you in years / postcard with no return address

shiny wings on a river’s stone

 

-kyle