Friday, July 31, 2009

Another First Last

I saw King Canute today,
half formed, translucent
on the restaurant window.

With every new word,
attempt at a gesture,
the initiative moved
farther from view.

What spark there was,
or interest
shifted red while I sat,
halfway amused,
as the night moved on
it was time to say goodbye.

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