He enters, he smiles
He is rather quiet..
He drinks a few beers.
He says goodnight and leaves.
His bill , transformed, left on the bar.
You can't throw away paper poetry, can you ?
I wonder what he will fold next time.
this reminds me of being in a costa rican market place years ago. I was approached by a kindly man who handed me an ornately wrapped colon( paper money), he smiled shyly then swiftly walked away. the woman at the register said she had watched him standing there and fold it. i still have it. these beautifully folded bills have taken me back to costa rica!
Oh, Oh, I love this poetry and calling it so will be with me for-ever!!!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much! You are awesome!
mysterious man, i'll say....!
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n♥
There is poetry everywhere, it seems, for those with eyes to see and the heart to share it with others.
ReplyDeletei like it.
ReplyDeletelove poetry, it is how i think
Brilliant Renilde...you are awesome!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful!!
Victoria
Thanks girls, and yes Nadine he is rather mysterious, i like that, room to fantasy and tales, x
ReplyDeletethis reminds me of being in a costa rican market place years ago. I was approached by a kindly man who handed me an ornately wrapped colon( paper money), he smiled shyly then swiftly walked away. the woman at the register said she had watched him standing there and fold it. i still have it.
ReplyDeletethese beautifully folded bills have taken me back to costa rica!