Friday, October 22, 2010


28. a poem that uses two or more
different settings


In the Bistro we were
hot. Cranked out gospel
good acoustics, a crowd
assembled, we were hot.

Outside the Cafe, protected
from rain but not chill winds
we sang to warm up
our voices thinned.

We wound up bussing
back to the Bistro; I had
pasta salad but I was hot.
I took off my padded jacket

from the left pocket, my red 
camera fell out. Whose 
is this? said the girl I hardly 
knew. The cement floor was cold. 

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