Coffee, afternoon,
Daley Plaza, Picasso,
Kids laughing, sliding.
Tired, harried lawyer
Walking fast, shirttail half out.
Thirty years, for this?
Hipster, purple shirt,
pinstripe pants, too young to know,
He can get fired too.
Young women. Skirts. Shorts.
Bare legs. Thighs. Knees. Calves. Ankles.
Here, there, everywhere.
Ah yes, the women,
Many wear pants very low,
So we see tramp stamps.
Beer, wine, happy hour
oldies, pop alt and rap blare
Does she even dance?
“Slice-of-life” is my absolute favorite.
Tired, harried lawyer
Walking fast, shirttail half out.
Thirty years, for this?
This is very nice because it gets you thinking. You want to make up an entire story about the harried lawyer walking past you. Very nice.
– Madhu
I wrote what I saw.
I’m sorry, I wasn’t very clear in my previous comment. I got that you wrote what you saw and liked the descriptions. I like to know what people saw and how they saw it. Probably why I like blogs or reading published diaries.
– Madhu
(I rarely read poetry, but like this:
COMPOSED UPON WESTMINSTER BRIDGE, SEPT. 3, 1802
EARTH has not anything to show more fair:
Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
A sight so touching in its majesty:
This City now doth, like a garment, wear
The beauty of the morning; silent, bare,
Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie
Open unto the fields, and to the sky;
All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Never did sun more beautifully steep
In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill;
Ne’er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!
The river glideth at his own sweet will:
Dear God! the very houses seem asleep;
And all that mighty heart is lying still!
– Wordsworth)
Nice Wordsworth.
Lord Dunsany has a nice passage along similar lines, at the beginning of his story Bethmoora:
The rest is here