with every bite not quite as expected   but exactly as I imagined it theyre still playing     the same radio station as they used to       three restaurants ago   what more could you want   a sunny seat on saint-laurent the day after a long awaited pay day     in the middle of the afternoon       in the middle of a          mid winter February thaw   taking myself out on a lunch date squeezing in between delicious bites   like each kiss I do not miss     no loose ends, no lonely night   giving what love Id put into a kiss, I give     and receive love with every bite! pjk.206
Park Bench of Memories Park Bench of Memories   Boy, do I ever miss           Sitting on a park bench                     On the edge of winter                              And writing poetry           While the leaves fall The smell of burning           Leaves and wood                     Like restaurant grills                              Seem so much more                                        Significant in contrast           I miss dead friends                     And ex-lovers at times like these                              But humanity, too                                        Must shed its leaves                     But it leaves me with a sense                              Of excitement                                        Of the upcoming crunchy snow                                                 Insulating the ground                              Walking steps then make                                        A new sound                                                 While I have found                                                           Myself alone                                        Yet in love with life                                                 My immortal wife                                  Which has held me through past strife                              As I sit, reminiscing                                        Beneath these trees                                                 On this, my favourite,                                                          Park bench of memories.   Copyright 2004, Jerome Peter Kozlowski aka Peter Green
October 2005 - Inspired Poem October 2005 - inspired poem  144 bus west work-ward 1. particles of water like waves pass through the glass-like pavement while autumn leaves yellow and green brilliant in contrast 2. concentric concrete waves goodbye to the puddles escaping from the pins and needles of pine 3. which came first be fore play the time travellers our mates or dates? 4. In between torrential lulls, I see gulls conduct themselves well above the puddles, our municipal water supply hides inside tubes not wanting to get struck by droppings, the aqua-duct! 5. (hand-written lovely/lonely rust/lust can be read interchangeably) flames of lovely cherry red and rust burst forth and bust open the green majority of what can be seen by looking up at the mountain - delicious sun like optical contrast relief from the unanimity & conformity of plants to the previous season, and not without reason it may still frost here, this year - Copyright 11am Friday October 7, 2005 Peter J. Kozlowski