Sweet Limes

the woman on the corner

across from my corner

watches for me

and my cracked instrument

and waits

for the show to begin

 

I can only see her slippers

and the hem of her housecoat

through branches

and the green-yellow

gradient

of ripening sweet limes

 

the performance is free

no cover charge collected

I know she is there

by her worn footwear

padding silently

on the second step

 

and I play mari elena

and a germano-latin polka

to let her know

this gabacho

remembers

how they used to waltz

 

Reviews

[Thomas Yarbrough]

Shades of Cinderella and Lawrence Welk, and those beautiful shoes. Sometimes shoes are better than the real thing, keeps one dreaming.

[Allen Smuckler]

what a free spirit of a write...I'm on the street with you and can't help but wonder, why that women is out in her sleep ware and then realized, she's there to dance..
Terrifically fun write Keve
play on....play on
allen

[ChaoticSoul]

This is a wonderful read. It's full of artistic passion and radiates a wonderful writing style. I really enjoyed reading it! Nice job.

[Leslie Philibert]

After your nice review I wanted to return the complement.And I`m glad I did.This is a very good work,love the verbal fireworks of the last verse, it fits exactly to the build up of tension in the first verses.Excellent.

[RainQueen]

This is what art is about. The artist feels the audience, or the reader, and he speaks to her. It can be such a gift...Like this jewel of a poem.

Wonderful, as always...