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How We Met by Edmund Siejka Summer came fast Like speeding cars Loud radios Blue skies and Warm sun Days when I was young and naïve And old enough to know nothing Spending aimless hours Waiting for something to happen. And one day I saw her Just a passing glance But I took it all in The way her perf...

Sal, the neighborhood guy by Edmund Siejka “Hey Sal how you doing? Holding down the same corner, right?” “Yeah. Why is that bothering you?” “It’s time Sal. Settle down, find a nice girl, get married and move from this neighborhood.” “Why? And be like you. Miserable and always sneaking back to the bl...

Stella by Edmund Siejka We were visiting our grandchildren And heard that one of them Was having a hard time Freeing himself from a car seat Concerned or Perhaps just a little curious I asked our four-year old granddaughter, Stella, show Grandpa how you get out of your car seat. Staring in my face w...

Wyatt by Edmund Siejka We were in London Dining in a four-hundred-year-old pub Dark wood paneling Beams carved from tree trunks History and privilege In medieval England For us it was a family vacation And everyone came. My grandson Wyatt sat next to me And I turned my attention to him Letting the o...

The Long Goodbye By Edmund Siejka We were on the corner Of Union Square Not touching Not speaking Just staring at each other Me, in complete disbelief You, looking past me Annoyed shoppers Quickly brushing past us. And then you walked away All I could do was Try to follow you Until you disappeared i...

Excellent!! Keep it coming!!!

Excellent poem about what life is for the other side.

Neighbors by Edmund Siejka It was getting colder Sun slowly Easing From the afternoon sky. Taking off his glasses He studied the front steps How was he going to get a heavy dresser up there? His wife asked, “Are, you sure you can do this?” Turning, her eyes focused on the nearby homes She thought sh...

Forgotten love?....not really. Well done Sasha

Cigarettes and Loose Change by Edmund Siejka On a late afternoon There was a stillness When nothing seemed to move. Listless and sort of down I knew a bar Squeezed in between non- descript buildings. Hesitating I stood outside Searching the gray lifeless windows When the bar’s neon light Beckoned. B...

Hi Judih

Thanks for your support all these years!!!

A Quiet Conversation In Church by Edmund Siejka Someone behind me stifled a cough Turning around, the stranger nodded back In the dim light I made out a determined jaw Felt thick fingers holding on to the back of my pew I’ve been coming here for years he said During weekday afternoons When the Churc...

The Players In The Park by Edmund Siejka An errant breeze slipped in Somewhere from the West Village Caressing a couple As they walked out of the park holding hands Shoulders touching Running her fingers through her hair She stopped to look up In return he smiled His arms bringing her closer Their l...

City At Night by Edmund Siejka It was cold outside I hadn’t shaved in days and I was hungry I was going to walk it Only a few blocks Through the same streets I walked every day So how bad could it be At 1 AM? The Diner’s neon sign Shone in sharp relief in the night. A greasy spoon type of place Inex...

Big Boy Shoes by Edmund Siejka She was in the living room Evening shadows slowly inching forward When I came home The look on her face said something had happened. Reluctant to say anything at first Words suddenly came out From her like torrential rain She came home early and since the house was qui...