Man On The Street Poem by Zyw Zywa

Man On The Street



On the low steps in front
of the open door
in the empty street

a man is sitting
with crossed arms
his lips sucking

a cigar --
thick lips, never
may they kiss me

He peeps up
to my belly --
the sneak

in uncrushable work clothes
free from overt suspicions
but never someone looks back

He is politely avoided
with a nod, quick steps
and thoughts to forget

Sunday, October 31, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: man
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'Sunday' (1926, Edward Hopper) --- Collection 'NightWatch'
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