Cathy’s-eye View

 Opus 1934


Cathy’s-eye View


Multiple agendas collide, rebound mid-air
woven of nervous laughter, fake blonde hair,
admiring smiles, also fake, as the flow
of café moms, African beauties, overweight
managers and three poets-in-a-row perched
at the door in order to capture random
personalities rat-a-tat-tat. Two worn-jeans
moms enter each other’s for a woo boost,
one hazelnut, one Americano. Blinding
reflections from winter-angled sun force
relocation.. Alas, she arrives in time to
reveal just enough to entice further
exploration, so he fumbles to a proposal
that receives polite reception, but nothing
more. So she’s off in the glare of the poet
she just stiffed to a mostly isolated life,
occasionally welcoming one of the many
sharks that circle but still, at age fifty,
undecided about whether to play on or
ever get married. Isn’t that a hoot?




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