August 31, 2012

poem 300 of a poem a day for 2012





the diner is open all night

I order a coffee and
I take a sip
and look around
catching your way
as I say
did I see
you before
in that kept black
of the inside of
my sack clothed dreams

perhaps it’s just
the way you smell
of dinner being made
or seem to smile
with a certain sweetness
that says go ahead
and eat dessert first
for I am sure that hunger
you have is one of
those lasting
bleedings

EJR ©

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