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scene at a street cafe'

‘One day I will find the right words,
and they will be simple.’ Jack Kerouac

she strives for exactly that:
to make something easy out of art;
to find the simple words in this complex universe
that will fit with rough edges into a poem.

there is peace around her, the traffic moves at a
calm pace. the composition of the scene tells me
that the air is warm & her drink is cold, or perhaps
it’s temperate wine. (coffee is on the poster board,
I imagine it being strong & bracing.)

her demeanor appears untroubled. she doesn’t care
that her hair is fashionably loose, the strands dangling,
casual as summer romance. & I, being in love, want to
believe that she is writing amorous verse, of her heart
& simple beauty.

there is a lover waiting for her to return, & the bed is
unmade. or let us say the bed is empty, & the lover is
gone. she comes to this practical table to imprint her
weeping heart.

whatever her passion, she has found the simple words
to emote the language of her inner self. I can’t read her
page, but I know she scripts the plaintive melody that
would make me love her. and I cannot write like that,
so I write this…

she hurries to that celestial tier of Poets so quickly
that she passes herself.

Written by JohnFeddeler
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