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.
Wheel of Fate
on alpine floppy
hats in old
Gwangju. Complicated math
is required: figures
stroll, hypocrites preach
to children but they
know: strayed already
avoided early parenthood
by pure luck or smarts.
Some big mouth
goes down: broke domestic rules
which was all
he had left, has been
taken away. The death
payment is never really
“it’s over” rings in
ears, eyes tear, son laughs,
why a grown man would ever
be so full
of emotions. Ten
years down, where is up?
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