My Name is Artie Jones: I Live Here in Candyville and Love This cCy - By Jim Carlson

I noticed you one day 

noticing me from across 

the park.

If it hadn't been 

for the pond between 

us, I might have made a move.

But I just kept on 

with my noticing 

your generous smile.

Reflected in the water, 

reminded me of a 

quiet kindness.

I'll bet you like 

ice cream, and little kids. 

And would go to the beach 

with me for a swim.

Afterward, we'd get a 

Coney Island and do 

the get acquainted  

talk.

Sadly, the economy 

is bad. I'm out of work. 

And must move away.

Since we never met, 

this is where the poem ends.

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