Poetry Porch: Poetry

 

Lines
by Adrian Gibbons Koesters 

Nuns are hanging out wash on a line
A threepenny hymnal unfolds in the wind
Nuns are hanging out wash on a line

Knees are bending out sins in a line 
Confessions buzz soft on a Saturday morn
Knees are bending out sins in a line

Schoolgirls are skipping down scotch in a line
All are named Mary but some are named Jane
Schoolgirls are skipping down scotch in a line

New mums are knocking back shots in a line
Their stockings hold tickets the dads never see
New mums are knocking back shots in a line

Taxis are passing up men in a line
Harlequin hands waving empty and wet
Taxis are passing up men in a line

Raindrops are riding down glass in a line
A princess is sodden inside of your shoes 
Raindrops are riding down glass in a line

Snow geese are flying off wings in a line
If your birthday could fall in November, it would
Snow geese are flying off wings in a line

As your transit walks up to its place in the line
A hand is held out with your hat in its thumb
The crook of its finger will enter your soul
As your transit steps up to its place in the line


Copyright © 2002 by Adrian Gibbons Koesters 

 
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