Wednesday, January 18, 2012

THE COAT, THE CHAIR, THE BROKEN GLASS

I saw your coat on the back of a chair
and for a moment
I was glad you'd come.
Then I remembered
the night before
when you'd misconstrued
a remark.

We'd almost been close
enough to touch -
our minds in
close proximity.

But a chasm had yawned
and now when I saw the back of your head,
I tensed.
You turned slightly
and in your eye
was a wall eight foot high
and topped with broken glass.

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