I sat with a poem…


I sat with a poem

over burrito and coffee

in a shopping mall.  Shot

‘getting to know you’

questions. We eyed

each other, politely.  Like trying to listen

to a foreign accent.  I motioned

to my ears the noise.  We had nothing

in common.  We stayed a little

longer then suddenly it held up the teaspoon

and bent it before my eyes.



4 thoughts on “I sat with a poem…

  1. One of the things I like the most about your writing is the way your turn everyday life into poetry. It’s very hard for me to find such beautiful lines in my daily life.

    Kiss you kiss you kiss you (and your lovely children and wife)

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