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This is my first serious poem written several years ago after my shift at the bookstore.
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Eyes downcast, mind cast out Into the void of freeform thought This world of books has flown away And been replaced by gentler things The lilting statement on the air, The salute to corporal form It brought me back to here-and-now Half-heard, no consequence implied. My simple greeting, overused, Was on my lips as eyes upturned, And only instinct carried through Those words I spoke as time stood still Fractured thoughts, collected now, Divided mind, intentions twain, Duty calls, and things to say are few Despite the fact my world’s turned upside down Sensations, heartbeats, features; one-to-one The hair that flows as if it lives, Ba-dump, the arching smile, ba-dump Sincere. Moments flowing far too fast, Ba-dump, as pleasantries exchange. Ba-dump, the flowing motions of this dance Make her the leader, and it turns… As we move, together yet apart, Eyes meeting as they roam And with a gentle turn of wrist, Well-sculpted nail impacts my hand. That pressure, smooth, enameled, Right hand, curved, gentle, Cool as only keratin can be. I feel it still. Time passes on, The dance winds down. My hand connects with hers and rests, The silver chiming out its song. We smile, sincere, ba-dump, She leaves, turns, bids Farewell, and turns again, Potential fades and I’m again Alone Remembering. |