Hello dear friend,
It’s been a while since
We talked endlessly about
How no one was doing it right.
The coffee warms and steams
From soggy little paper cups
Firmly clasped in both our hands.
The entire cosmos is
Bubbling and melting
Between our fingers.
So much of the world used to
Unfolded itself in hours.
After all these years,
I can't wait to catch up with
How no one is doing it right.
The empty walls and cold spaces
Expand and collapse
With people
That come and go
Exchanging loud niceties
As the day passes.
It’s been a while since
We filled our interrupted silences
With knowing glances
Because no one was doing it right.
The plastic bags rustle
As wrapped lunches
As wrapped lunches
Perfected over the years
Come out of the bags of
Young people hustling each other.
Yeah, I am an adult now
And I hear you’re married,
Tell them I said hi.
Tell them I said hi.
When did it become
Too late to talk about the fact
That no one is doing it right?
The last rays of the sun
Glimmers on the uncut grass
Glimmers on the uncut grass
As flies hum their melancholy
In the sweet heavy summer evening.
Grey clouds drown the sun
The most beautifully.
The phone clicks.
We've said our goodbyes
So many times now.
Maybe some other time
We’ll get to the part
When no one was doing it right.
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| The view from #24 Gwyneth Leech http://www.gwynethsfullbrew.com/p/blog-page.html |


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