A poetry journal of everyday clippings |
| Watch Where You’re Going “Watch where you’re going!” Don’t spill the brew with a dark espresso gurgle, swirling like a black hole. How quickly we forgot the warning! We darted, climbed, plunged, as years whirled-- the same, anew--into caffeine-filled avenues, and we despaired the same oracular S.O.S. “Watch where you’re going!” on slippery roads in solitary nights with stinging thorns. Two little girls in dark rooms, we bounced on coiled mattresses like coffee jiggling in a cup. “Watch where you are going!” Who’d know someday we’d run into doors we could not open? |