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books, cars, change, creative writing, daily poem, fiction, florida, freeverse, Gunsmoke, library, Life, magazine, nook, poem, time, writing, zines
Here I am again in my favorite nook
looking out to a familiar scene
wondering why we never or why no one has ever put bubbles into that fountain
thinking of times with boyfriend to come
(ta-dunt-dun…i really need a drum kit to follow me around)
listening to librarians soft chatter
and an old mans breathing next to me as he slowly taps out an email
perhaps to his long-lost daughter
but i’m romanticizing things again
i’m pretty sure he is trying to figure out how to set up an online account
times are a movin’
things are changin’
life is pattering on
time is in so i can be paid
zines have been spoke of
fiction to be sent
pages turning and newspapers rustling
articles of beautiful cars being written
three blocks away my mom soaks into another episode of Gunsmoke
71 degrees Fahrenheit the day after Christmas, ahhh Florida I love ya
birds gliding on the wind
simple pleasures when you stop to look around.