Sunday, February 1, 2009

01/31/09

Giant blimps, puttering over the skyline,
some with colored brands, what became of them?
What about the sky-writers along the beach?
Moving along slowly as lumbering fish?
Groupers, puffy, their cheeks swollen?
Do they attract the female with their cheeks?
Or does their dorsals' resplendence do this?

Where did the girls selling Evening Standards go,
in their ready-for-tennis skirts in the park?
How about those luncheonettes in the square?
Who can wear a sign across his shoulders
for a cobbler or a sandwich shop?

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