Friday, April 7, 2017

A moment

A moment
In between one daughter's
community worker presentation at one school 
and the other daughter's
animal presentation at the next
Sitting at the front window  
Of Cafe at 40th and Queens Blvd
Looking up from the scarlet letter
I was reading on my phone
Thoroughly charmed by the language of Hawthorne
Whom I am in love with
like Melville before me
My fingers tapping an intricate rhythm
to the flamenco on the sound system
The coffee working it's magic
And watching the April wind lightly
ruffling the hair of a woman walking by. 

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