Sunday, January 4, 2015

Month of Poetry #4: Waiting for the poem to arrive

Waiting for the poem to arrive, I go about my business -
dishes, packing, eating blueberries, delivery of children to grandparents
kiss kiss goodbye darling!

a walk by a lake, a decaf coffee with a chocolate spoon
the sun bitier than it looks, settling scarf-like around my shoulders
the air smelling sweetish and a little like ducks

a movie about Alan Turing and the Enigma machine, with its bitter punchline
(apparently, saving 14 million lives isn't enough to save you;
not if you like having sex with people of your own gender)

dinner in a cafe, heated rapid conversation
a wandering journey home, the moon a gold coin full high in the sky
the first fragrant sip of bedtime camomile tea -

oh, look. here it is. it turned up after all.

- Kathy, 4/1/15

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