what if the news suddenly reported
I was blown up in some bodega?
circa anytime, where?
tomorrow?
alert … alert … just happened
blown into magnificent
insignificant little pieces
perhaps somewhere downtown NYC
uncontrolled gas leak
perhaps somewhere midtown east side
UN building?
would people say, I was a kind man?
would they say I was quiet
and to myself?
would they say I was sociable,
a thought-provoking shadow?
would I nod my head “hello”
when we passed each other by?
did you think the lady across the street
had the hots for me?
or she never noticed me at all?
do you remember
what I said when you last saw me?
probably nothing
but who really cares?
i'm just a reporter, you know
Love ya!
Jane
Quite different from your normal write
I liked it!
dWb
budd
Ron
I've never spoken to you ~ soft spoken ~ sense of humor ~ friend
I've read your poetry ~ One of a kind!!
reporting~
Lady Mary Ann
Sandie
Surely everyone thinks about their mortality at our age!
I believe that if you have lived your life with love and light your beacon will shine on long after you have left this life!
As far as I am concerned, I feel very blessed to know you!
Now stop thinking about what might be and live in what IS!
Good thought provoking poetry!
Much peace light and love
Amber
Miss of course we will do
For the precious words that fall silent too.
And then we rewind honoroubly
What you said before so surely