Monday, September 8, 2008

Monday, September 8, 2008: On the Street.....Bryant Park, NYC

At the cafe on Monday morning,
Emily chooses a sun-warmed chair
and tries not to play with her bracelets or hair.
Yesterday, it had been pouring.
She’d stayed in the bath till 5 P.M.
You know what they say about watched pots
and phones. And when she never got
his call, she put herself to bed,
didn’t cry, didn’t hate him.
This morning, she chose a flowered necklace
that looked like a lei. Tropical, reckless,
she drank her coffee alone, elated.


  1. What a superb imagined scenario. That surprised me.

  2. Oh I like this little cameos they are perfect!

  3. This is such is such a cool idea and done so well (which is always the difficult part). You're a good writer. Th enignettes are thoroughly enjoyable.

  4. Love the concept of this blog.

    You will be featured at Poets Who Blog on September 6th.

    Thank you for being a member blog on our list.

  5. i like how this highlights how life happens in the everyday things - both the tragedies and the healing.


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