"But first, baby, as you climb and count the stairs (and they total the same), did you, sometime or somewhere, have a different idea?
Is this, baby, what you were born to feel, and do, and be?"

-Kenneth Fearing



Saturday, April 16, 2011

At the River

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We parked at the railing, my eyes

closed for that cup of coffee,

too perfect to have come from

the Texaco station.

The edges of the afternoon

were as sweet and dark and bitter.

You leaned into me then

and I found you like the water

found the stones.

 
 
 
                                                       -Brent Allard
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8 comments:

  1. Ms RebeccaApril 16, 2011 at 11:39 AM

    Wow. I've never had a cup of coffee that good. I should go to Texaco!

    No seriously, great work Brent.

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  2. INDBrentApril 16, 2011 at 11:48 AM

    Thanks Bec! Imagine the surprise at getting such a cup of coffee at a gas station you'll likely never see again!

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  3. Jhon BakerApril 16, 2011 at 1:20 PM

    Great work, I think there ought to be a hard return before the final three lines but that's just me. Each phrase works so well into the following, truly nicely done.

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  4. INDBrentApril 16, 2011 at 1:22 PM

    Thanks Jhon! for reading and the suggestion, much appreciated!

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  5. Lana AApril 17, 2011 at 12:45 AM

    Love the surprise of sweet and dark and bitter. Great poem.

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  6. INDBrentApril 17, 2011 at 10:31 AM

    Thank you Lana!

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  7. EmmApril 20, 2011 at 8:29 AM

    “like the water found the stones” I love that, I love that idea of perfection. I had to smile – I often find myself at McDonalds because their coffee is always fresh and doesn’t give me a headache!

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  8. INDBrentApril 20, 2011 at 5:44 PM

    Thanks Emm! Yeah even a moment of perfect is nice, isn't it? And, a good cup of coffee is a wonderful thing!

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