In a deli
one cup of coffee
two hours
waited for this day
wasted, I stepped out

it was pouring
no cabs in sight
empty faces on the porch
and the orchestra just won’t stop

“I need a cab”
valet barely smiled
he’s never seen me alone
but this time

he returned in a while
my rescue in sight
took me under his umbrella
“don’t tell him your destination
just step inside
and he can’t refuse”
common sense, now i realize

I got in the cab
my hand reached out to his
from the window glass, half down
two bills
he took one as usual
“get going”
my cry for redemption
is a hoax
“next time”
he said with a broad smile

I rolled the glass
hazel rain drops race
I got home dry, not quite

58 thoughts on “Purple


    The rain is already with us,
    shakes the air.
    The swallows skim the waters off
    at the Lombard Lakes,
    as seagulls fly on small fishes;
    Hay smells like beyond the precincts of the gardens.

    Another year is burned,
    without a cry, without a cry
    levato won suddenly one day.


      arijun credo sia una tra le persone piΓΉ belle che io abbia mai letto in questi anni…
      Non so l’inglese e lui non sa l’italiano ..ma ha una tale pazienza e gentilezza nel rispondere, che mi innamora … πŸ™‚

      • he sΓ¬, ventaccio toscanello! ma ti dirΓ² di piΓΉ che io l’ho incontrato in un blog USA di un giapponese…piΓΉ internazionale di cosΓ¬…eppoi ti ci trovo te che si sta a uscio!
        buonagiornata capocciona, ho letto il tuo commento sul tangaccio, poi passo a salutarti a casa tua

  2. Reminds me a bit of TS’s “Love Song Of J. Alfred Prufrock.” Which is about the biggest compliment I could give any poet.
    “I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
    And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,
    And in short, I was afraid.”
    He was probably, “not quite dry either.”

    • Thank you very much Cindy! Your heartiest response has renewed my spirits gone awry for a while now. My humble effort reminds you of TS’s enchanting poem overwhelmed me. I’m speechless and truly honored.
      Thank you once again.

  3. I like the idea of a two hour coffee time!! In Vancouver, the rain seems to always be with us. The first thing I bought when we moved to Vancouver was – yes, you guessed it – an umbrella! Great post as always….

        • always feels good to go with an idea, rather than against it.. change for a change πŸ™‚ Injured my foot today, am sitting here taking pain killers which haven’t kicked in, so feeling sorry for myself … am off to watch TV and hopefully lose myself in something entertaining, faint hope but worth a try. πŸ˜‰

          • Ufff..That hurts…Uncalled for…Gently rub your foot with your hand, hum a song or read out one of your poems…Also I’d like to recommend you a movie. Venuto Al Mundo. Whenever you can.

          • it has swollen to twice it’s size, and looks to resemble an egg (shining skin wise) and now turning purple in colour. A chair fell on it and I wonder how in blazes it managed to hit just the right spot to gain most pain and damage πŸ˜‰ Just lucky I guess. am now smiling and off to Google Venuto Al Mundo. Hopefully I shall have a good nights sleep and wake up tomorrow with the knowledge that this has all been a dream. Ε›ubharātri x

  4. Beautiful post!! I agree with above– think it is your best yet. The poignancy is so well articulated and comes through so clearly. And the imagery is great. I see it as a movie scene. Bravo!!

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