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Anita S. Pulier


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Three rangy city pigeons 
are bathing in murky water 
pooled at the curb
next to a man reclining 
on a discarded sofa. 

He has removed his shoes,
lined them up neatly 
on the cracked pavement,
reads a romance novel
with a worn ragged cover.

He is still and centered, 
as though lying
in a grassy field
by an idyllic lake.

The filthy puddle, 
the splashing birds,
the stinking summer garbage,
the blaring sirens
do not disturb him.

A lifelong expert on impermanence,
he knows that each of these intrusions
will disappear
well before 
the final embrace.


© by Anita S. Pulier.
Used with the author’s permission.

 

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Anita S. Pulier is a graduate of New York University and New York Law School. After many years of practicing law in New York and New Jersey, she has served for the past several years as a U.S. representative for the Women’s International League for Peace and Freedom at the United Nations. Anita's poems have been published both online and in print; her chapbook, Perfect Diet, was recently released by Finishing Line Press. Anita lives between New York City and Los Angeles; learn more about her at http://www.psymeet.com/anitaspulier/.


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Linda Lee (Konichek):
Thanks, Anita, for this portrait that shows how much we all could have if we made use of the real moments in life. I, too, find this poem inspiring and love the dignity you give this man.
Posted 09/20/2011 01:41 PM
Linda Lee (Konichek):
Thanks, Anita, for this portrait that shows how much we all could have if we made use of the real moments in life. I, too, find this poem inspiring and love the dignity you give this man.
Posted 09/20/2011 01:40 PM
Glen Sorestad:
A lifelong expert on impermanence" -- yes, aptly, if unexpectedly phrased. Kudos. And the last line is a lovely touch.
Posted 09/20/2011 10:42 AM
mimi:
yes, a new way of looking--always a good thing. thanks, Anita
Posted 09/20/2011 09:51 AM
r1manchester:
anita....good stuff. too many poets/poems these days are happy stuff/fluff (i include myself). i love the "underbelly" of life, peeling back the veneer. you have done that, and your last line, though sad, is reality.
Posted 09/20/2011 08:32 AM
KevinArnold:
I was brought up to overlook 'bums' as kind of 'un-American,' but Anita gives me the time and space to appreciate this man with his lined-up shoes next to the murky water. I find the poem unexpectedly inspiring. Bravo!
Posted 09/20/2011 08:15 AM


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