Tuesday, June 20, 2006

Coffee at 7th & Indiana, facing east

river of faces
none like each other, nor mine
they are family

in tiny cloisters
shutting out the world around
words, voices, nothing

intentions are clear
he stumbles over thick words
she secretly hopes

always in a rush
sublime life passes her by
was it all worth it?

Patois seduction
I eaves-drop: whispers, glances
I wish I spoke French

1 comment:

Christi said...

Ditto! I'm a sucker for the National Archives as well. I'm very much consumed in the history/politics world.. quite a geek I must say.