Wednesday, April 30, 2014

Poem: Season


The date was going well
he thought
until the issue of popcorn topping.

He, white cheddar.
She, nacho cheese.
They went with butter, straight.

And there it was.
They had come to their
first impasse as a
couple and vaulted forward.

His fingers found hers.
She leaned her
head upon his shoulder.

Tick tock,
touch upon motion until
the turbines took a charge.

She fell asleep, late that night,
one breast pocketed in his hand.
He gazed at the
popcorn ceiling and thought,
white cheddar.

From the collection Fields of Satchmo 
Photo by MJV

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