Today a telephone pole
Was just a telephone pole
It was not symbolic of progress
Or the weight of the world
The sirens I heard at rush hour
A block off T-Square
Simply the police’s way
Of taking a bad guy to a place to stay
Not the choir I sometimes hear
In the chorus of my life's play
The heat felt rising from the street
Just the end result of a late August afternoon
Not the devil's meet and greet
Normally reserved for an old woman without a dime
I knelt briefly at St. Patty’s before I went home
Speechless in prayer before my namesake
I was paying my dues in full
My debt – win or lose
These words are just words
Take them for what they’re worth
A necessary write of passage I say
The button to the right of pause . . . it's play
Words behind the verse: not sure
Written and posted: August 31, 2010