FULL CIRCLE poem

By Richard L. Provencher

Tue, 07 Jul 2009
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Full Circle

Cars move as
brooms, sweeping across
his view as he
enters the intersection

Helmeted, nice bike
new Adidas, briefcase
in the carrier-basket

crosses old railway
tracks, rusty
fingers sneaking
through summer weeds

passes moms, baby
carriages, and older kids
trying for attention

sets his eyes on the
building ahead,
graffiti in various shapes
and colours

some words not so
nice, other 'tags' kind
of neat-

a few years ago, his
were “boss.”

© 2001 Richard L. Provencher
All Rights Reserved

first published (Fall 2002) Vol. 35, No. 2
The University of Windsor Review
Windsor, Ontario ISSN 0042-0352

Certificate U
POETRY - A Passage of Motion 1
Miscellaneous

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Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on
Thank you SundaysChild. Interesting, as we grow older, some of our own pranks follow us through memories. Then we grow up. Richard LP ps. (until we begin to write, and become children again, since through young innocent eyes we can openly admire the world and the excitement of life)
Richard L. Provencher