"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

Friday, December 30, 2011

After Your Last Appointment


At the corner of Essex and Main

in a cold winter month

you hold signed papers in your hands,

and stand beneath the two street signs.

Cars rush by like separated pieces of a train,

almost pulling you after them,

this way, that way, this way

like everything always has,

everything on the way here,

until this job, this girl, this place, this time.

You’re seeing how wide the street is,

how much it can hold in one place,

all the lives that pass and disappear

in the minutes where you wait

until there is nothing between you

and where you parked.


                                -Brent Allard


  1. Lovely and longing and hopeful all at once.

  2. liking the musings here - particularly the car stanza - and those last few lines "in the minutes where you wait

    until there is nothing between you

    and where you parked." - nice work!

  3. @Lana, Thanks! so glad you enjoyed it!
    @Ostensible Truth THanks for stopping in and for the kind words!

  4. this is haunting and beautiful Brent. ~robert

  5. @Robert, Thank you! Appreciate you stopping in!

  6. Not your best. Lacks feeling. Better luck next time!