Submitted by Clayton Medeiros on July 21, 2012
Gray Juneuary afternoon
Islands and bay indistinguishable
Tomatoes cringe in their cages
Bean seedlings turn tail
And scurry underground
On go hoodies and wool slippers
A summer’s day?
Submitted by Clayton Medeiros on July 20, 2012
I wrote a poem
About a poet writing a poem
About a poet writing a poem
About a poet writing a poem
About a dream writing a poem
About a poet who wrote a poem
Submitted by Clayton Medeiros on July 19, 2012
Big events are too few and far between
To build a life of more than dreams
Smatterings of surprises spread
Across the days and weeks
Provide more light more mystery
Places to delightfully do and be
Submitted by Clayton Medeiros on July 18, 2012
Where his lens looked
There was always fashion
His wondrous eye to see
On every street corner
His bicycle mirrored him
In lanky angularity
On dark Hudson street
When I saw Bill Cunningham
Submitted by Clayton Medeiros on July 16, 2012
They say she passed by
As if immortality
Was a kind of failure
Something for slackers
Death more ambitious
Bereft of achievement
Incapable of creativity
Since all possibilities
Except for infinity
Have been considered
For better or worse
time after time after time
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