the cooked peanuts with garlic crunches on your palm
while i spoon slowly the melting ice cream on my cup
silence flows and ebbs to the beat of ticking
clock & waiter's eager scrubbing of wine glasses
outside the cafe, cars and the pedestrians tangle in
mess of miscues & missteps
the afternoon sun is mellow yellow, sinking
behind the fan of leaves, crisp as neat bow tie
i flip away my lethargic mop of hair
and put my spoon down, drawing on long
deep breath, knowing what to say
now, right now
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Hosted by guest bartender Sarah Russell. Theme of Poetics is Finding Emotions and Concepts in Things. Please join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.
