—Hudson Washburn

The girl in the coffee shop
Asking after the Sanskrit,
The kid from the grocery
Chasing you down with an overpaid dollar.

You concentrate on the cruelties,
The latest to obscure your meander,
And barely feel the tug on your coat,
-She is trying to correct your course,
You passed your turn a block back—
Pivot to confront the intruder,
A glare and a scowl paired for the engagement.

What can be done with it?
Switch gears to the extent possible,
No great extent.
Mumble some inanity,
Turn back too late to hide the insouciance,
Your one shot at transcendence
Flickered and gone.

I once held a door—
No you, Please you, Please,
Well, so be it.

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