Poem in motion

reading words
was a treat
a feat
in motion
jostling
hopping
nodding
in a subway
car,
interspersed
by bobbing
heads
with musical
notes
pendulum(ing)
curly
kneaded
tops
this way,
that~

The Good Life~ By Tracy K. Smith

When some people talk about money
They speak as if it were a mysterious lover
Who went out to buy milk and never
Came back, and it makes me nostalgic
For the years I lived on coffee and bread,
Hungry all the time, walking to work on payday
Like a woman journeying for water
From a village without a well, then living
One or two nights like everyone else
On roast chicken and red wine.
~

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