“Don’t you want to get high? ” <br />A woman hollers, <br />“Don’t you want your hair braided? ” <br />“C’mon mahn let me show my shop? ” <br />Beggars and children begging for ten dollars, <br />(13 cents US) <br />Wal-Mart and Hi-Lo are the same, (they look the same) <br />McDonald’s and Mothers are one in the chain, (they look the same) <br />Is this by arrangement? <br />Or is this by copyright infringement? <br />Traffic, both autos and bipedal systems, are busy, <br />Diesel exhaust abounds, <br />-uneven narrow pathways, <br />Not by anyway handicapped approved, <br />Judy says the fumes are making her stomach feel queasy. <br />The sidewalk, per se, <br />Makes my legs uneasy, <br />To navigate the steps on curbs, <br />-the twenty five degree perpendicular grade, <br />To the walkway, <br />To have my ankle pronate outward, <br />But at last we have arrived to Juici Patties. <br />The patties are much has the standard to us in the US, <br />also known as Americans, <br />Thanks to Caitlin Uptown, <br />-as hot dogs and hamburgers, <br />I am “horticulturally” enabled to pick out some plants, <br />By my resident horticulturalist, my wife, Judy, <br />We together went Scuba Diving, <br />A first for me since I became ill, <br />-after 700 dives before February third 2006, <br />The one that will last a lifetime was this one, <br />albeit short and minimal depth, <br />I dove with great confidence and did with my buddy for life, <br />Judy, <br />My partner, my buddy, my lover, my wife. <br /> <br />(1-8-2008)<br /><br />Joe Rosochacki<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/oh-oh-rios/
