Monthly Archives: November 2009

For John

I see him at the coffee pot

Brown eyes measure the room

A smile waits on his lips

I imagine a life with him

Before I know his name

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How it Began

I see him leaning against an oak tree in the church yard

Scowling

Sweating

Glaring

Naked arms protrude from a lambskin vest    

Grimy jeans melt into motorcycle boots

Keys to forgotten locks jangle on his belt

I smell him

His odor fills the space between us

I could turn away

Walk back into Grace Church

Eat my free oatmeal

I could leave with a full belly

Instead I walk toward him and hand him

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