A single bazaar booth

Much bigger and sunnier than what I’ve written.
Source: http://pinterest.com/pin/481111172662500062/

In the dampened smell of barbecue leaking
out the Chinese restaurant door
The little woman sits in a booth under
four oversized umbrellas
Gathering mannequin hangers as mother asks,
“How much for this shirt?”

“Usually 20, but I’m closing now, so have it for 10.”
She speaks Mandarin.
Mom nods for the purchase as the roar of clouds echoes down the street
The lady folds the elegant beaded garment, smiles, hands us a plastic bag

We say thanks and turn around
Rain pours down.

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Life is hard, I realize that regardless of our evolution into society, it will always be a survival of the fittest. We work to live and we live to work, but we musn’t forget to be generous and kind to each other because those moments are what we remember through time.

Happy birthday to my mother who never turns a year older!

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thebookybunhead

A Tanka (NaPoWriMo #11)

Striking photo of a frozen statue by Miika Järvinen

Sleet drops in buckets
I forgot my umbrella
Must I go outside?
A hooded man sits content
On the street sipping hot tea

“Someone else is happy with less than what you have.” -Unknown

(More than one third of the way there!)

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thebookybunhead

My Dear Frenemy: An Un-love Poem (NaPoWriMo #10)

If you were a tomato,
You’d be the first ammunition I fling
To splat onto the stage of a terrible show
If we lived centuries ago.

Like an itch I can’t supress,
You’re like a remnant plastic fastener that clings
Even after the tag has been cut and removed
Pricking the skin from the back of a dress.

Heads turn at the sounds of your glee
Because guffaws shriek like a fire alarm drill.
Forcefully foolish or brainy at will –
Put on a character, why don’t you,
If you’re looking for the answer to that math problem,
Don’t ask me.

Actually, you’re the dilemna no one can, or wants to figure out
Like a tangled mess of computer wires
Or a bunch of socks with no twins
So lost, even you probably don’t know what you’re about

Looks and comments from mild to vile
Searching for bubbles to pop,
Pierced by a vain glare with an intention to look model fierce,
I respond with the one thing that brings your game to a stop:
A smile.

“Always forgive your enemies, nothing annoys them so much.”
– Oscar Wilde

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thebookybunhead