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The Corner of Mable and 46th Street.The Corner of Mable and 46th Street
Sunday afternoon. The sky is crying. Rain drips down grey metal gutters as I lazily watch the storm from my bedroom window. I glance up and see great dark clouds. They are angry and vengeful as the rain comes down even harder. Out my window, I see black-coated figures walking with their black umbrellas in hand down the street.
I can hear soft jazz music coming from the brick apartment complex across the alley. That's Gerald. Every time it rains here in the city, he brings out his dusty saxophone, polishes it, and plays all day until the rain stops. If it is just sprinkling, he plays a slow-paced song with only a few notes. But as the rain pounds harder and harder upon roofs and pavement, Gerald chooses a much more vibrant song and begins to play faster and faster, matching the rhythm of the rain.
That's not the only thing I love about rainy days though. While most people just dart in and out
i. The Old ManThe dawn which crowns
in morning nigh
Has awakened the old man
with a morning sigh.
His skin crinkles
and his bones crack
As he prepares
his coffee of black.
Yawns, does he,
and looks out the window,
And sees the sky blue
and sun yellow.
"I should go for a stroll,"
the old man thought.
"So long to work these old legs,
I have sought."
He slipped on his sweater,
and slipped out the door.
Made his way down the street,
along the line of stores.
He passed Ron's Bakery,
and inhaled the aroma
of pastries and cakes;
and was now in a sweet coma.
Next was the Barber Shop,
with it's candy-cane spinning poll,
The old man walked in and took a seat
upon a barber stool.
The barber wrapped him in a shawl,
and began to snip at his hair.
It didn't take long though,
because there was hardly any there!
The old man now passed
by the window of a floral shop,
What he saw inside though
instantly made him stop.
He saw his wife
in her younger days,
Upon her skin
were familiar pathways.
Her lips were of red,
what love is not.it was a s l o p p y first kiss where
my drunk lips fumbled against yours.
the dull thwack of my heart,
locked behind curved ribs
cleared my groggy brain,
clouded with lustful premonitions.
it was an e l e c t r i f y i n g first kiss where
you entwined your hands in my hair.
your mouth encompassed mine and
my breath became lost in the steady
of your chest.
it was a s h y first kiss where
i pulled away before you could explore.
your tongue grazed my teeth,
searching for a way past the ivory gates.
i dug my finger into the stubble along your jaw,
my nail lulling your carnal desires.
it was my first kiss with you.
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