Before Yesterday

old men
in yesterday’s hats
don’t fit
goodwill suits
too big
in the shoulders
sit in the park
arms folded

one dozing
head bent
stubble beard
turned to
the sun
the other
looks down
as if thinking
of yesterday

it is
with little
conversation
they sit
one waiting
for godot
one
waiting for
silence

they swap
hats
realize
they will
be here
tomorrow
or not.

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11 Responses to Before Yesterday

  1. Sumedh says:

    amazing. Simply amazing. Beautiful poem, this one. One waiting for godot, one waiting for silence. Silence being an eternal godot itself. Superb writing…

  2. johemmant says:

    Lovely writing, does what all poems should do, illuminate. The penultimate stanza is excellent and skilfully broken.

  3. Paul says:

    That’s a lovely poem, if a little sad, i thought it could be you and me, or beckett and bukowhiskey,

  4. Scot says:

    Sumedh
    Thanks for the comment!

  5. Scot says:

    Paul
    haha–hadn’t thought of that–either way

  6. jillypoet says:

    I was reading along, enjoying the photograph you created with words, and BAM! the last stanza! Fantastic. Such sentimentin so few words. I will never view those guys in my city the same way again.

  7. Bob says:

    I think Beckett himself would like this. Very skillful…

  8. Scot says:

    Bob
    Thanks Bob

  9. Scot says:

    Thanks Jillypoet for the kind comment

  10. very visual, there’s a certain sadness in the whole poem too

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