Apologia
Perhaps I had forgotten to tell you
why I do this
by the plate glass windows of
the this coffeehouse
chairs stacked up on tables
and me out here on the steel
railings
brushing down the deadbolt
click of a
chapter’s final word
the easy snap of a
dictionary.
I need this
I need this more than
solid blue numbers in a checkbook
or a young girl’s smile
or a cereal with fiber
Grant me one small brake on
the
steady slip of time
a night-fed gap where
teenagers
kick coffee cups around the
parking lot
where tomorrow’s mist hangs
high
just across the road, patient
as a hawk
and your thoughts settle down
so heavy and warm
that your eyes cannot quite
focus.
And so, if I had forgotten to
tell you
that place, tonight
I was there
and my head rings with sound.
First published in The
Eclectic Literary Forum
Photo by MJV
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