• suspended animation

    by  • April 2, 2016 • change, durham, poetry • 1 Comment

    I had every intention of using National Poetry Writing Month as an impetus to keep me writing regularly during April, and then I spent the day traveling yesterday and missed Day One. So, I will begin my quest on Day Two.

    suspended animation

    I’m sitting at a shared table
    late on a Saturday morning
    in a coffee shop born of dreams.
    the couple next to me are
    talking over their computers;
    the man on the other side is
    whispering into his headset,
    as the rest of the room swirls
    with people staring into screens
    and smiling into faces; one
    baby is asleep in the crowd.
    above us all hangs a small troupe
    of wax figures, colored with
    spices and caught in a fearless
    free fall of hopeful abandon–
    or so it seems from below,
    as I ponder what lies ahead.



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    One Response to suspended animation

    1. kennywood
      April 2, 2016 at 3:46 pm

      I am with you always, too.

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