PHENOMENON AT DARLA’S
December 10, 2012
At dawn a child is drawn to Grandma
as she clinks her spoon in tea,
’round & ’round she scrapes the cup,
the sound escapes while his wonder is sleepy.
Us diners at Darla’s,
We’ll steal squints at the beaming man & woman,
At home at a table/ He has her laughing/
Her eyes shine/ Their hands are touching/ & nothing
Distracts them/ They don’t know/
As though no one were watching here
(Not their intent but a blatant
blizzard of bliss is jazzin up this joint)
Their heartbeats alter all the clocks in here.
At Darla’s Their carefree, not careless,
established here at a table
follow them right out/
& might enable them
to make it taper off.
In Darla’s lot, Last Love;
they, must pull away, pull out, & drove
miles on away from one phenomenon.
. (love you sunni)