Tapping Feet

Feet Tapping
In ten thousand different directions
Treble, Bass, and in-between,
Through puddles, grass, and dry concrete,
Rushed or Slowed,
Some walk on their tippie-toes
Through day and night,
Through Sun and Moon,
And Smiles and Fright.

Some throw change at him,
Not many polite,
Again and again
He chants to the tapping feet,
The money song
Of god and bless
And please and thanks.

Through time,
Through hail and storm,
With coats that tore,
Through icy thaw,
The wind is the only change.

The Tapping Feet
Become bored of grey faces.
The song becomes the city
Like the birds and the trees
And the change and the please.

And the bee’s knee’s
The latest trend
Will it ever end?
He see’s the lesser angels
Of true nature.

Like a lame eagle watching
Prey make it’s own way
‘Till it’s end.


-Ben

If you liked this poem, check this out also. 

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s