Monday, June 29, 2009

windows to the street

I like live albums
feeling less alone

and restaurants
with windows to the street

just a table for two
although there is just one

she smiles
my waiter

I know she has
someplace else to go

but I thank her eyes
all the same

and I feel
the cold of the crowd

and a single candle
kissing brother sun

goodnight
on my table of snow

looking
always looking

for that angel
I know

somewhere
someplace

is looking
for me

3 comments:

Trée said...

and isn't that what poetry is about...how it makes one feel, she said


could be


What else then?


how it makes you see the world anew
how it might change the way you think
how it might touch the heart
as a small child touches the grass
how it might steal the hours as if they were minutes
and the minutes as if they were seconds
how it might brighten the colors of the day
and give the night the feeling of opera
how it might lighten the twilight
and lift the soul
such to kiss the stars, I said

Stargazer said...

I'm finding your poetry very interesting.

Trée said...

Deb, I find it very painful. I do appreciate the comment. Thanks.