Friday, November 8, 2013

Then It Happens (Poem 220)

going back becomes halfway    
at loose ends on glinting pavement
clammy after a sultry city 
rain    no one to tell 
me about neighborhoods 
I already know 
how to fraternize when ruddy 
open friends have been drinking 
caramel-colored whiskey    I try 
to call but fumble and say 
I miss you silly chatty you    finally
laughing she puts you on
and wraps you around her golden
shoulders before finally going 
out    then it happens 
and once more 
that was a long time ago 

(c) 2013, by Hannah Six