Nothing Special
by Adam Sifre
There's no ambition in me.
I desire nothing.
I want nothing to do with anyone,
other than doing nothing with you.
When we sit across from each other,
(or next to each other when I'm feeling smooth)
And the waiters are gone,
the bars are closed
and there's only us.
Doing nothing.
Not leaving.
Not saying goodbye.
Not parting.
Just sitting, doing nothing.
What could be better?
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One of those poems that fell through the cracks in in my computer and my life.
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Uncomplicated, thank you.
Yup. *
Nice. "( or next to each other when I'm feeling smooth) *
*, Adam. Fine poetry. Thanks for letting me read it.
Thank you guys. I appreciate the feedback.
Spread this around!*
Thanks Tim
"There's no ambition in me." Sounds like the concluding lines of John Cheever's --The Pot of Gold.
No ambition is a beautiful place. *
I'm sure his use of my imagery was unintentional.
certainly
Read this a couple of times. You are correct, Adam, what could be better? *
Thanks Brenda