You

 

You, sitting in a fabulous coffeeshop
viewing this book via the language
bestowed on you by sheer privilege,
you it is I now write these verses for.

Visa to enter my thoughts, please,
singing the chirpy vowels & consonants
of the mental birds of migrations,
and I will begin to shine like a fork
on the breakfast roll of cafe poetry.

May I begin with a sole description
of your eyes, reading there against
a foreground of employees walking
to their bundy-clock ways, may I
watch you, finely educated worker,
take your coffee with the elite behind
the glass walls of a beanery franchise.

You, it is; I recognized the face from just
watching your reflection on a chrome
column—unperturbed by business talk,
beyond detractors of verses, classily
classless. In a coffeeshop for the coffee
and not a coffeetable book no one
            really reads.

May I swiftly end here with a dedication,
without apologies, without explanation.

 

 

---11/01/01

 

 

 

 

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