Writing a Poem to Chase Away Sadness at the Slow Train Café Quiet One–
I know we will never sit across from one another
at a wooden table,
half empty French press of Americano
two cups half full,
throats bursting with lines of Whitman and Morrison’s lyrics
me, taking in the color of the rims around your eyes
when you see the reincarnation of your words.
Instead, I will search for white squirrels
across from Benjamin Franklin’s,
buy Krishna incense to burn in my room
when I write poems about the January spring
that visited on the day I was here
and imagine the way the corners of your
mouth slightly turn up, setting your eyes on fire
when you are happy.
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Heather Ann Schmidt has taught writing and more for several institutions of higher learning in Michigan and online. Her most recent poetry books are The Bat’s Love Song: American Haiku (2009, Crisis Chronicles), On Recalling Life Through the Eye of the Needle [2011, Village Green], Transient Angels [2011, Crisis Chronicles] and Batik [2012, NightBallet]. She is also the founding editor and publisher for Recycled Karma Press. Heather’s forthcoming collections include Red Hibiscus and Field Notes. Find more at http://heatherannschmidt.yolasite.com.
Writing a Poem to Chase Away Sadness at the Slow Train Caféby Heather Ann Schmidt