CREEK ROAD GANG
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Joe Quinton: 3 Poems
copyright 2009
AFFAIR
Two leaves caught in a web
Dangle at the window
Brought together without plan
They fall and are apart
FINISHED
Driving by an unfinished furniture store
memories came back
After five years we had separated.
I was in a small apartment
Why we had split is gone from memory.
The unwanted cat brought in?
That she was drinking even more?
It was on her breath now when we tried to talk.
Or just that we could not talk.
So with an unfinished marriage I went to
the unfinished furniture store to restart.
Of course, we were not finished.
Even with new furniture I ended up
sleeping more with her and the unwanted cat
than with the unfinished furniture.
That furniture became part of us when we rejoined
and part of her when the absolute break occurred.
FROM RENA
She found that sparkling stone
spotting it on a woodland trail.
Love was in her mind
now she had a present for me.
It was a rock oddity
quartz flakes and mica,
even, look close,
a touch of garnet,
red, symbolic of her love.
Two leaves caught in a web
Dangle at the window
Brought together without plan
They fall and are apart
FINISHED
Driving by an unfinished furniture store
memories came back
After five years we had separated.
I was in a small apartment
Why we had split is gone from memory.
The unwanted cat brought in?
That she was drinking even more?
It was on her breath now when we tried to talk.
Or just that we could not talk.
So with an unfinished marriage I went to
the unfinished furniture store to restart.
Of course, we were not finished.
Even with new furniture I ended up
sleeping more with her and the unwanted cat
than with the unfinished furniture.
That furniture became part of us when we rejoined
and part of her when the absolute break occurred.
FROM RENA
She found that sparkling stone
spotting it on a woodland trail.
Love was in her mind
now she had a present for me.
It was a rock oddity
quartz flakes and mica,
even, look close,
a touch of garnet,
red, symbolic of her love.
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Biographical Note: Joe Quinton is a recent resident of Chester County, Pennsylvania after lives spent in Providence, Boston, West Palm Beach and Kingsville, Texas. He came to poetry after retiring and seeking some form of expression. He finds it serves as a journal of life today and a memento of what was once. Both themes appear and reappear in his poetry. See more of Joe's poetry in the September 2009 issue, the October 2009 issue, and the November 2009 issue.
