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The Writing Place

Poetry By: teargen

This particular place is a favorite of mine for coming up with things to write about.

Submitted:Apr 14, 2010    Reads: 66    Comments: 0    Likes: 2   

At the writing place
I assume attentiveness:
Evanescent steam escapes
my coffee to the open
expanse of the corridor;
from a plastic table I watch
the random movements of a
smattering of people in
festive utilization of
the mall. The hour is late.
Clean up and close up actions
are under way at the shops;
people move resolutely
to the exits--another sip
of coffee embraces me
like the vibrant morning sun;
lights fade, teenagers giggle
and step lightly in the firm
exuberance of their youth.
I search for thought and meaning
and inspiration to enhance
the import of flowing ink;
the last faint wisps of vapor
rise up over the edge of
the white Styrofoam cup, a
reminder of inner warmth;
dust pans clatter against a
wine-red floor as corn brooms swish.
For a modicum of time
I maintained a consumptive
vigil at the writing place.


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