Poetry
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A no on the cream…
Published in
Apr 16, 2024
steam folded up. steam folded down.
life ejaculated
out of us like Colorado’s
Garden of the Gods.
I gave him his coffee as he
gave me a Hari Krishna
and a comment
on our invincible brotherhood
(something about islands in the sea
that are connected in the deep).
smiling the creative joy
smile
he opened
his laptop
and wrote a song on his napkin.
everyone talked and
he forgot,
leaving a persuasive tip and
his song
(under a magnificently stained
porcelain mug,
tucked in like the ruffle of a summer’s breeze
ruffle, another
moment’s eternity).
cling cling.
he went back to his apartment
next door and I never
saw him in this life
again.
©Daniel, 2024
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