Monday, September 23, 2013

A Couple (Poem 174)

and looking up 
I see them across 
the café at a corner 
table    she her head in 
her hands    he stricken 
looking at me    
an intruder having 
blundered my way into 
this moment    ashamed 
at their indecency
I look elsewhere and try 
to close the door 
against swells of 
despair surging through the 
rich scented air    cinnamon 
rolls fresh from the oven hot 
coffee steamed milk
but    eyes drawn 
as if to a strange insect 
I find they have 
not moved 
nor do they 
until    some while later
having drained my cup I 
look up to find they 
are gone

(c) 2013, by Hannah Six

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