A Lunch Hour Walk in Washington, DC

I saw a girl with purple hair
and vivid violet lips,
and thought this look so suited her,
I stared and nearly tripped.

Two lovers argued face to face
with words as sharp as knives.
Then he surrendered with embrace,
and there they stayed entwined.

A bike messenger flew by fast
singing the Marseillaise.
His loud shout as he passed,
“L’étendard sanglant est levé!”

A school of suits and leather shoes
swam by in harried haste.
Power lunches with lots of booze
Seemed de rigueur today.

A hawker barked, “New ‘Street Sense’ news!
Two dollars we suggest.
Help the homeless, please do,
Good day and may God bless.”

A homeless man asked help for food,
just a snack to get by.
I bought him a bowl of beef stew
and slice of apple pie.

About stevenddorsey

I have been an avid writer for as long as I can remember. I enjoy composing poetry, lyrics, children's books and fiction for young adults. I have traveled the world extensively in my 25+ year career as an International Development professional and executive. I have lived in Europe, Latin America, and Africa. I speak Spanish and French. I married Rachel Miltimore in 1985. We have five children and five grandchildren. We currently live in Manassas, Virginia. We enjoy writing children's books together.
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