A poem by Erren Kelly 

I didnt tell her this
Would be my only day in
San Francisco
I was just here to read
Some poems
And then back to l.a.
I may live there, but san
Francisco will always have
My heart
I couldnt stop looking at
Her, everytime she walked
Past me in the kitchen
She had the kind of body
Im not supposed to like
But i did, anyway, long and
Linear, as if she were a bicyclist
Or a soccer player
She could climb her the crooked
Street effortlessly
Maybe i shouldnt look at her
As we’re talking, maybe i shouldnt
Tell her that her english is
Though, she would be in her
Element on a beach in
The riviera
Like her name, she is calm
Peaceful as a wave, like a girl
In monet’s landscapes
Maybe i shouldnt look at girls
Like her, or be enamored
Maybe chasing her is
Is pointless
But i live to chase a rabbit
I would rather die chasing a
Than grow old with regrets

Erren G. Kelly is a Two-Time  Pushcart nominated poet from Los Angeles. He has been writing for 25 years and have over 300  publications in print and online in such publications as Hiram Poetry Review, Mudfish, Poetry Magazine(online), Ceremony, Cactus Heart, Similar Peaks, Gloom Cupboard, Poetry Salzburg and other publications. My most recent publication was in Black Heart Literary journal; He has also been published in anthologies such as ” Fertile Ground,” and :Beyond The Frontier.”  He is also the author of the book, ” Disturbing The Peace,” on Night Ballet Press.




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