Sallow, yellow oranges lit up my childhood
in the “Northern Venice”.
A part-timer, Jesus, on an empty freeway
broods where streetlamps rule.
On a Moscow night, one frame
should be shared with a cabbie.
“I’m not local…”
“Safe questions” about America.
I draw in my hood (an embryonic sac
for the inner rebel)
She covers the meter –
the ride’s price to be uncovered
by Martians in the 22nd century.
The tip – a small irony
Left to the maid.
Yellow
© Copyright: Athena, 2004
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Thanks. Age is the state of mind :o)
But I am old enough to teach, if that's of any help.
Athena 06.11.2004 18:31 Заявить о нарушении
But I am old enough to teach, if that's of any help.
Athena 06.11.2004 18:31 Заявить о нарушении