Monday, October 27, 2014

The Monologist's Dialogue

The man at the cafe
In an unfamiliar land
He used to know too well

Perches like a walrus
Among songbirds, listening
To beauty and the phrases
He no longer understands.
The window in the air remains
A bit ajar, almost shut.
A balcony on the other side
Of the grey expanse of tar
Water should hold someone
Looking back at him, leaning
On a railing, smoking,
Even if only himself. But no.

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