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POEM: sense of humor

sense of humor

long parade of strollers
no child has the same
hair color as the woman
pushing the stroller
(all of the latter are texting
or listening with earbuds)

a boy has a rock in his shoe
then in the other shoe
one bench later, his twin sister
develops the same ailment

there’s an uneaten bagel
in a brown paper bag
on the time-worn bench

just when the sun gets too hot
to comfortably bear
a long, thick layer of clouds
passes between it and the
bench-sitters below

then, with a timing
that seems intentional
the warmth returns right when
the bench-sitters put on
their sweatshirts and jackets

funny

10 May 2012
Brooklyn NY

Published in Brooklyn My poems Poetry

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