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vintage


ironic isn't it?

Ironic nannies indulge their charges in the park
children play ultimate frisbee without knowing the rules
does anybody really?
dogs search the lawn for the morning headlines
popsicle sticks, bottle caps and bobby-pins
are the new doubloons found by treasure hunters
steeped in gear sweeping the field
and who calculate their age by rust and rot
and carbon dating 14
all the while, nepharious grandmothers dote on their offspring's offspring
lawyers and secretaries, now called assistants, on lunch break
without thought of their marriage or vows or innocence
embrace as prying eyes pry
Is the city like an indifferent universe of string theory
of life imitating art and art perhaps
penultimately
an intelligent design

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Publicerad 2015-04-06 16:49



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    Erika H
Well I have to say this vintage smell like a brand new thing. Not knowing how "old" this poem is, not much has changed has it?
You really make me smile, dogs smelling the morning headlines and all of these prying eyes.
Absolutely enjoyable poetry.
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