Sunday, 17 April 2016

Sunday Poem


How solitary
and resolute you look in the morning.
A stoic in your cotton sleeve.
Do you dream of walking out 
rain or shine
a truffle balanced on your sternum
and passing me on the sidewalk?
Or is that a smile 
because you interpret nothing
and statelessness is where you live?
How calmly you indulge my moods. 
See you tonight, by the sovereign chartreuse
ceramics at the Met.
Let’s hear what you’d do differently.

By Jana Prikryl, from The After Party (Tim Duggan Books, 2016)

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