Tuesday, October 22, 2013

Bad Poetry Tuesdays (Old is New Again)

Old is New Again

Crone entered the consciously hip coffee shop.
 
One-sleaved barrista was struck by trailing wisdoms,
palpable and understated.
 
She understood things from before.
 
He was struck by a beauty of spirit,
his urban neo-tribal philosophy aspired to,
but was ill-prepared to receive.
 
The neo-tribes knew little of earth,
or how to prepare a plot of mind,
for the seedings of faith.
 
Face to face with an old love,
of what he seeks,
he could only stutter,
 
For here?

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