Romance Today
He was alone at the bus-stop,
talking on his mobile phone
in hushed tones.
Smiling and animated,
he gestured into the air.
A sudden impatience in his voice,
he pouted sullenly.
His eyes widened
as he listened intently,
amidst the dissonant noises of the street.
He smiled again, as he jumped up
to stop the bus.
He blew a kiss into the phone,
snapped it shut
and cheerfully boarded the bus.
When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| The Monsoon | 0 | 01/14/2010 |
| IF | 0 | 11/01/2009 |
| Romance Today | 0 | 10/24/2009 |
| Mother | 0 | 09/26/2009 |
| Adolescence | 0 | 09/22/2009 |
| The Truckie | 0 | 09/22/2009 |
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