NO, HE WILL NOT WAIT. (Poem 2 --- A Jump Out of a Quatrain)

THE WORLD HIS OYSTER

He would not take a  proffered hand to cross the street:

"I'm not a baby anymore. I will wait, abuelo." But he will not wait.

No, he cannot wait for the world to pass him by: no cars nor wars,

landlslides or fires, floods of blood, or trembling babies wetting sheet

Will stop him. Across the street is a pizza parlour. He will not wait.

A. B. Casuga

Mississauga, August 20, 2010

(Louie Martin on a downtown sidewalk.)

A Revision

August 24, 2010

THE WORLD HIS OYSTER

He would not take a proffered hand
to cross the street:
"I'm not a baby anymore.
I will wait, abuelo."

But he will not wait.

No, he cannot wait for the world
to pass him by: no cars nor wars,
landlslides or fires, floods of blood,
or trembling babies wetting sheet

Will stop him. Across the street
is a pizza parlour.

He will not wait.

--- A. B. Casuga