Downtown Milwaukee
Downtown Milwaukee
My feet are exposed,
never been out in public
even out here—
lakefront Milwaukee,
a little ways from downtown.
I watched Michigan roll over my toes,
knees held in crooks of my elbows
It felt weird to have my feet in front of you.
When you sighed,
I saw a small gray stone beside me
Flat in spite of a series of ripples across the surface—
A little lake.
When you said,
“Let's go eat,”
I grabbed my shoes and put the lake in my pocket.
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well poemed
Very nice.
DeMisty, 'dis is DeLightful.
Yup! As a Milwaukee native all I gotta say is I like it a lot! *
Good lines and form, DeMisty. Especially like:
"I watched Michigan roll over my toes, / knees held in crooks of my elbows / It felt weird to have my feet in front of you."
Good piece.
Thank you @Oleg Klemper, @Sally Houtman, @James Lloyd Davis, @Michael Gillan Maxwell, and @Sam Rasnake. This is very important to me and very helpful! I'm trying to write poetry again, as well as fiction, and I must say that it's a scary but fun endeavor!
Love how you put the lake in your pocket. I can visualize this, turning inside out. Peace *
Thanks, Linda Simoni-Wastila! It really does make me nostalgic for Milwaukee.