scatteroflight
Refugee
...and it made me smile. I don't think it's about personal experience, just something that came to me. For those who wouldn't know, Chapters is the big bookstore chain in Canada, and they all have one or two Starbucks.
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sitting in the Chapters Starbucks
drinking steamed milk
with a dash of hazelnut
and wondering
how much I should be prepared to spend
on a complete edition of the poems of William Butler Yeats
and suddenly he walks in
and my eyes are magnetized
so that they follow his every move
and I think to myself
when was the last time I saw a profile like that?
so I look at him carefully
three times
the first time
I see a look of intense, adorable concentration
as he counts his change
the second time I see a Sherlock Holmesian look
of smug intelligence
(and then wonder if I was mistaken)
the third time
our eyes meet
and as a cold excited pain wells up in my chest
I try to read what's written on his face
and a moment later I realize what it is
INDIFFERENCE
(loud and clear)
so I absorb the rest
of my steamed milk
and wander away
towards the bargain book section
thinking about love poetry
and wondering
how much I should be prepared to spend
on a complete edition of the poems of William Butler Yeats
[This message has been edited by scatteroflight (edited 02-24-2002).]
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sitting in the Chapters Starbucks
drinking steamed milk
with a dash of hazelnut
and wondering
how much I should be prepared to spend
on a complete edition of the poems of William Butler Yeats
and suddenly he walks in
and my eyes are magnetized
so that they follow his every move
and I think to myself
when was the last time I saw a profile like that?
so I look at him carefully
three times
the first time
I see a look of intense, adorable concentration
as he counts his change
the second time I see a Sherlock Holmesian look
of smug intelligence
(and then wonder if I was mistaken)
the third time
our eyes meet
and as a cold excited pain wells up in my chest
I try to read what's written on his face
and a moment later I realize what it is
INDIFFERENCE
(loud and clear)
so I absorb the rest
of my steamed milk
and wander away
towards the bargain book section
thinking about love poetry
and wondering
how much I should be prepared to spend
on a complete edition of the poems of William Butler Yeats
[This message has been edited by scatteroflight (edited 02-24-2002).]