no more comic books

the bronze plaque next to the wrought iron door
said “divorce lawyer”, on the street facade
the window painted a rich chocolate brown
framed his dark curly hair, behind him an empty
art-deco furnished waiting room, no comic books,
what should have been the angelic look in his blue eyes
was covered by a glaring distrust
as he peered out onto the lonely
saturday morning sidewalk... his glance
embarrassed me, although I understood —
I had never been taken to a lawyer's office
yet I know well the outpouring of utter loss
from the innocent mirrors
of his abandoned soul… will anyone
but me cry for his broken life?



no comic books
[2007.10.2...b]