the dusk is silent
only eddies swirl about my feet
i hear my steps on pavement
come up through my teeth
Mexican bread cinnamon spiced
marries with the hotdog vendors
porky delights
my mind turns to the downtown kids dressed in oversized everything smiling laughing smoking weed back packs on their shoulders
laying on the grass at Pershing Square talking about markers liberty and what’s out there
in the universe they float in
philosophical of thought
passing only on the left hand side
no particular goal today other than just living forever
words less spoken 
Brilliantly written with such descriptive imagery, the words evocative with raw and honest emotion. Excellent poetry as usual. I love your writing!
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Thank you so much friend xo
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And yet again, the imagery of your words…
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The city she lives in my eyes I am indeed and she guides. Xoxoxo thanks for reading friend
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‘Mexican bread cinnamon spiced
marries with the hotdog vendors’
Love it.
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Awesome LA street art.
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So many little art surprises everywhere thanks for reading friend xo
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My pleasure 🙂
xo
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Sounds like another perfect Summers day in LA. I was there with you feeling the sights and sounds.
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Thank you friend xo
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great use of imagery as usual
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thank you friend xo
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Beautifully written! Love “i hear my steps on pavement / come up through my teeth.”
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thank you Robin. ive ran so many times, with worn out Chucks that your teeth cant help but chatter lol xo
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Just re-reading this, this is a beauty. I’m actually surprised I commented on this before, I had no recollection of that for a moment lol. Funny, how the time flies! But, I really do love the rawness here and the honesty in the narrator’s observations of the world around them.
I really loved these few lines:
“my mind turns to the downtown kids dressed in oversized everything smiling laughing smoking weed back packs on their shoulders
laying on the grass at Pershing Square talking about markers liberty and what’s out there
in the universe they float in
philosophical of thought”
Made me think of one of my friends tonight. I hosted a small poetry meeting, and they warned me in advance they might be stoned. It really became fun when she arrived, to be honest. 😀
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thanks for reading dear Lucy, yes i reread it too today and I thought it was kinda cool. I remember that day in Perishing Square watching the school ditching kids just being kids, no politics, no pretense, just artist happy kids of all backgrounds it was almost holy.
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