Drops of melted snow are scattered on the tiled floor
and I am warm here in the book store
as I sit staring out the window
waiting for something good to happen.
Meanwhile, there’s the red headed girl
with the movie star curls
who looks as though
she’s stepped serenely off the cover
of a 1950’s dime store novel.
She is sipping expresso,
something I’ve only seen in movies,
and she’s wearing a coat
with a fur collar.
Her legs are attached
to a pair of thick soled shoes.
Her father arrives to pick her up
and waits with folded arms
as she gathers up her items
and pauses, so politely,
to wipe clean the table top.
A car passes by
and I watch the exhaust fumes
rising up from the tail pipe.
The point of all this
is that I’m here and out of the cold
and I’m noticing that I’m noticing
so much more than I noticed before,
and that it doesn’t cost a thing.
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Ken,
I followed a link to your website. I must say I am impressed by your poetry. You are truly a creative soul.
You have a way with words and there is a musical, almost flowing, quality to your poems. I felt like I had just woken up in the wee hours of the morning by the chirping of the birds and the sound of the gentle wind caressing the trees. You should continue to write poetry, that’s for sure, and share it with your readers. And I hope to remain an avid reader.