One holding a pan containing a remaining slice of coffee cake,
the other clutching a green scarf around her face as she laughs.
They are recalling something someone had said, something
comical and delightful. They are saying goodbye,
Hope to see you before the next luncheon,
they both think it, say it, and mean it.
The woman with the scarf waves as she reaches her car.
The woman with the slice of cake waits a bit by the curb.
The coming winter light is starched and white. It is 1:30.
Her stomach is just full enough of shrimp salad and the
small crunchy toasts she has forgotten the foreign name for.
A brief wind fiddles with the plastic wrap that covers the cake,
makes a sound like a child stirring from behind a wall
and ceases just as abruptly as it begins.
and ceases just as abruptly as it begins.
3 comments:
this is really good ... done just right... you are one of the best poets i have come across lately
Thank you, Timmy. That means a lot.
I hadn't seen this one before. Very well done. Great moment captured beautifully, as you always do.
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