Sunday, November 11, 2012

poem || Peter Sherburn-Zimmer

What Happens to Tomorrow
DNA squandered:
Cafe full of soccer fans.
His friends are all frozen:
The church shines its steeple
Toward the coming storm.
Windows blurred by the mist in their eyes;
No way to hold a diligent conversation here.
No way to hold hands
With some prospective lovers.
It's all turning into the ching ching ching
Of the cash register dancing.

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