Thursday, June 9, 2011

poem of the day 06.09.11

grocery clerk on the late night train

all over the black city

and delayed

hung out to dry

mortally tired

wife resting on my shoulder

visiting parents
with eyes closed in seats
across the train

then i see you

black dress and black hair

brown cream
shoulders and legs

tattoo on your ankle
and a humid frown
on your face

coming home so sad
from where this late at night?

and i’m thinking
was it really
twelve hours ago

that i saw you
bagging groceries

while i was three lines over
buying orange juice

so sure that we all had
enough energy
to take on this day.

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