Sarah & Ed
A glass apple shines in light so pale you
Hardly remember to breathe.
Twenty three seconds later you notice
A car noise and remember it’s Wednesday.
Uncomfortable plastic chairs pass for décor
At cafes that lure sweaty walkers.
Banter floats up four stories in time to
Stop you from crying. Who’s out there?
You pull on some shorts and fly down
Stairs, forget the bad knee. Human contact.
It’s Sarah. She’s lost her hat. She sits
Politely waiting. You walk slowly.
She walks slower. Finally you stop.
You think about stroking her.
You think. You think. Which stops
You from crying. Think on young man.