FIREPOST
Five men were waiting for coffee at the
counter by the corner. Some riposte of glee,
the same old punchlines, the stories, the
repartee. It all went down as the usual spree.
-
The girl walked by, looking ravishing, with the
scarf of silk curled once about her neck, and
Portuguese sandals laced at the ankle. Everyone
(it was excusable) at once stopped talking.
Even the bum on the curb, peddling his empty
cup for quarters and dimes, gave up his search
for heavenly bounty, exclaiming - 'the Hell
for money, I'll take that!' Somehow no one
laughed. The barking dog barked, the fire truck,
blaring, went along its way, seeking again and
again its holes through the tangled traffic.
Five men were waiting for coffee at the
counter by the corner. Some riposte of glee,
the same old punchlines, the stories, the
repartee. It all went down as the usual spree.
-
The girl walked by, looking ravishing, with the
scarf of silk curled once about her neck, and
Portuguese sandals laced at the ankle. Everyone
(it was excusable) at once stopped talking.
Even the bum on the curb, peddling his empty
cup for quarters and dimes, gave up his search
for heavenly bounty, exclaiming - 'the Hell
for money, I'll take that!' Somehow no one
laughed. The barking dog barked, the fire truck,
blaring, went along its way, seeking again and
again its holes through the tangled traffic.
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