while I was about
to insert my ATM card
into the slot
this lady in heavy brown jacket
whizzed past me.
I didn't know
she was in line
because she
was looking
at the traffic
and singing-
"esperitus sanctus" were
the words that i recognized.
so happy and beautiful
was her voice.
I wanted to be
like her humming
my own happy tunes.
long shot.
i got my twenty
and walked hurriedly
to the liquor store.
This was a true event, except for the part where I walked to the
liquour store. I actually walked hurriedly to the cafe house to write this
poem. I was so captivated by the lady - she was actually coming to perform
with the PMO, she was a soprano or something like that. Laura said "This poem
is so you - this just the way you write, your words are flowing naturally."
I agree with her.
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