Poem By Lawrence S. Pertillar
Like fallen leaves...
A scene that rarely happens.
Or the sight and sound,
Of someone tap dancing on their knees.
It would seem out of place.
Such disparities as these.
And applesauce is not tossed,
From grapevines on grass dewed
By morning mist.
Unless it is composed...
As an artist's rendition on an oiled canvas.
And strangers passing one another,
In total darkness are not aware they are there.
If you did not know,
Someone near could be pursued?
Would you say hello?
Or tie a bow in unlaced shoes?
Disparities may come to mix and blend,
Seasons that entwine to kiss briefly
Before one has to go.
Disparities of a separateness...
Yet an eclecticness between them flow.
Disparities like snow melting from trees,
As heat brings two to freeze a kiss.
Disparities gathered and played consonantly...
On piano keys for ears to hear,
And not for eyes to quickly dismiss.