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4.03.2011

all the lonely people, where do they all come from?

all the lonely people, where do they all belong?

Right now, I'm enjoying Yusef Lateef's "Cry!-Tender"



 another  memory:

sitting in the backseat of the light blue ford, 
windows rolled up because of a hard cold rain
looking outside at the streets,
streetlights look like long colorful lines on the wet road ways
going to pick up mommy.

at a stop light
waiting.
watching.
gray buildings
people walking
endless destinations
gray faces
umbrellas
and raindrops
racing down quickly covering their faces,then their bodies, and then gone...

windows fogging from my face pressed up to the glass
my fingers
doodling
outlining the shapes of the clouds
my fingers
doodling
outlining the shapes of the clouds
my fingers
doodling
outlining the shapes of the clouds.

car moving
raindrops moving diagonally
and then stopping again.
traffic jam.

more rain
drops echoing a rhythmic snare drum
looking out at people looking back at me.
some smiling faces

at the time, I wouldn't say i was happy...
but in looking back, all I see are
mostly just blurs of  bright and dull colors
mostly just blurs of color
mostly just blurs.

**winnie.

2 comments:

  1. I love the poem Winnie, so beautiful, my favorite part if where you repeat my fingers doodling, love how you emphasize the details of waiting, observing, and thinking, btw where you at first Friday?! I could have sworn I seen you in the alley where they sell arts, but wasn't sure if it was you and didn't want to be moded, let me know if it was you so next time we can catch up, stop and say hi -Deanna

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  2. Deanna, you're my favorite love-bug blog reader! lol

    YES! that was me you saw on first friday. :)
    I sell my art and hats in the alleyway, next first friday tap me on the shoulder! lol. :)

    hearts to you!!
    **Winnie.

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