May of this year.

 

And she's 33, I found out. But well.




Awake

It will not be a celestial spirit
who coaxes song out of this moment,


but a harried doughnut-shop worker,
thirty, petite, & in quick sneakers,


alone to deal with early customers,
the several crack-of-dawn regulars,


& the light of quarter past five
caressing the rust-red surface of tables


where early risers caffeinate & greet

the morning, trafficking herself awake.





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Written on 2024-08-15 at 08:39

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one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
Your affinity for early hours, and more so those who populate the early hours, reminds me (how these connections are made, I don't know) of Robinson Jeffer's affinity for his rocky coastline.

Intimacy is the connection.
2024-08-20



yes, a simple routine that can get on my nerves If I see it outside of me
2024-08-18


Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
"A moment in time" poem, this. I enjoy these types of poem because they introduce the imagination to a new scenario from which to prolificate. I see her, and the tables, and then I 'fill in' the rest in a way that will be mine alone. :) Blessings, Allen
2024-08-15