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Apologies Expected
(Or Dining on My Insensitivity)
The sentence,
To sit at café door
And settle upon
A sensible concession.
Resolution evolves,
As your winged words
Circle ever higher,
Eagle eyes – now
Eyeing the ground,
Piercing perceived thoughts
Like clouds; thin and vaporous.
From that aerial perspective
You cock your head
To spy
My
Slow vowels,
My
Idle consonants;
Tracing vain utterances,
That continue to linger
In the unlikely sanctuary
Of shifting shadows,
The past tense,
And other foggy notions.
A short, shrill cry
Warns too late
The diving – divining intent.
At the heart lf it,
Hunger pangs
And apologies expected.
The running squirrel
Chatters
At the prospect
Of death…
And I,
Eating crow.
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