Wednesday, July 13, 2016

OVERHEARD

Fifteen Minutes
While sitting on a stoop in the East Village
just listening as people passed by:

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"It took me over an hour! I'm SO tired."
(both were limping-walking slowly)

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"So tell me, do you still have those eyes?"
(talking on her cell-playfully)

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"Yeah, I FOUND it!"
(talking on her cell-very happy)

*
Her tee shirt said "F--k You 2" in huge pink letters.
(both were sullenly plodding)

*
"Of course I've eaten there. It's very good."
(annoyed)

*
"Good Afternoon" one said to me, smiling.
I replied "Good afternoon to you too."
(three of us smiling)

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"I told him, I correct your stupid work so you can leave
and get a better job than me!"
(angry)

*
Everyone is a story.
Every story has it's reasons.
I looked up and saw a rainbow waving in the breeze.
Then went on my way and caught the bus to home.
~*~

1 comment:

deemallon said...

pure poetry. pure Michelle. thank you for your windows into NYC and into the very center of a moment.