adventures in dysthymia

Friday, April 27, 2012

A Poet's Day

Saw this British-ism on Annie Finch’s blog (http://arcfinch.tumblr.com/): “having a poet’s day” = leaving work at noon and spending the rest of the day drinking in a pub.

Maybe I need more poet’s days...

A POET’S DAY

Outside,
the sun is poised
at the top of its arc,
the better to watch
workers hurrying
to their lunches,
the break in their everyday.

Inside,
I’ve been at my desk
since dawn,
coffee and words
poured together
until I’m too full
to hold anymore.

Outside,
down a few streets
and over a few more,
is a place, where,
inside,
is a cool corner,
dim-lit by a curved
glass window,

and I will sit,
inside,
watching you pass,
outside,
the rest of this
poet’s day.

Stephen Brooke ©2012

A bit of quick work and definitely first-draftish.

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