I Love the Familiar

for Paul

the man on the bike who rubs my back, the cobblestone
he rides on, I see him on the corner, where
the faded mail box gulp my bills

he pedals by my laundromat, my favorite pizza place,
the payphone, its receiver dangling, I lifted to my lips
when I had no phone

to call my husband, who left me
because I had affair

when I missed him

I wrote this poem many years ago. I finished it this week, finally utilizing the work shopping of my friend and mentor Paul Casella, without whom I would never have been brave enough to release my poems to the world. Deep gratitude to you Paul , and sincere thanks to all of you for reading. © 2013 Abby Smith, Writer

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About vsvevg

Hi, My name is Abby, my husband Felipe and I are currently living at Rancho Santana, a resort in Nicaragua, facilitating their farm to table concept. My blog VSVEVG(very simple, very easy, very good) has been about life in rural Mexico, but for the time being will be about living in Nicaragua, farm to table, and whatever sundry stories present themselves. https://vsvevg.wordpress.com

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