You Come Too

I went out to feel the equinox.
I raked leaves away from young shoots,
and connected the hose, washed away mud
until the walkway was clear. I wasn’t
gone long, but my coffee was cold.

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The Angel Orders a Double Espresso

because it had been a rough night.

Her eyes are blue as heaven’s dome,

staring past me, so I turn around

following her gaze – a child drawing stars –

turn back, and she has miraculously flown.

 

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Conversation With An Angel

who wasn’t interested in life and death

talk over our coffee. “Beauty’s the start of terror,”

he said. “that we can hardly bear.”

“One of your poets actually said that.

You adore serene scorn. Every angel’s terrifying.”

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The conversation is, in part, from Rilke’s cycle of poems that he called Duino Elegies. They talk about the differences between angels and people, and that human beings are put on earth in order to experience the beauty of ordinary things.

 

Night Cafe

Not late, but late enough for  sleep.

People still drinking their coffee and tea,

ending their day or starting their night.

The child speaking French to her father

said Goodnight to only me. Only me.

 

The Cafe Terrace on the Place du Forum, Arles, at Night by Vincent van Gogh
The Cafe Terrace on the Place du Forum, Arles, at Night
by Vincent van Gogh.