Unshod Quills

Art and poetry on red shoes and rapture. 

 

 

 

Love and Coffee

on the theme of rapture

 

I was invited

I remember,

Accepted

Into you again, and

Again, always first

Into your smile,

Then mud-spattered in

Tart tart pale sweet

Watery drags of tired

Love, tiered on down plants,

Down blankets and tear drops

On your June balcony,

Hanging on a telephone

Wire, a memory buzz of

Coffee alone in

A tired scarf while

You turn towards

An intersection,

A receding rail, training

A fading exhaustion.

My fingers, I think,

The left ring finger,

Hurt at the

Distal phalange.

Stiff and bent

For decades.

I was

Thinking of your car,

The pink engine

With its thin chrome

And motherly exhaust. I

Was thinking of your

Lilies, underfed

In their office corner

And I was thinking

Of your brown basket,

A threadbare wicker,

Burning in its hidden

Flourescent shadow.

I was thinking about

Baking in your kitchen,

With its flavored garage

And rising goldfish,

Watching the timer

Expire and listening

To that hideous fountain

Babble

As it packs for winter

Elsewhere.

 

Author Biography

Mark Brunke lives and works in Seattle, Washington.

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