Friday, September 24, 2010
Hey guys --wrote a poem for the first time in a bit. Thanks for reading and the great comments on the dialogue post!
This is my real life --
After it is over, the deep breath
before walking home, the streets
eaten by stores, each food smell
offering comfort, each clothing store
a new life. I am not fooled as I pass
them. Anxiety, my old companion, with me
as I draw my attention to signs.
One store sells fifty dollar yoga
pants and quotes the Dali Lama --
I am only a visitor in this world. Outside
abandoned coffee cups swirl, and I remind
myself fall will be here soon. I will
miss all of it, even this.
Michelle's Spell of the Day
"Writers are people who are comfortable with intense contradictions." Heather Sellers
Will be back with special fall beverages! Tis the season . . .
Benedictions and Maledictions