romance

Serenade

From a single point in time
on a corner south of pine
I sit and watch the sparrows play
waiting for the clock to strike
one Friday afternoon.

I’m all jacked up
research bound and ready for
at two o’clock the doors will open
and the streets will flood

as footsteps carve paths of order
I watch a man unveil his soul
his every breath engulfed
by a woman’s beauty.

I smile as he kneels before her
his breathe a rarity of passion
pronouncing a love beyond
the strike of the ticking clock.

but wouldn’t you know
she screamed and ran away
leaving him in a serenade
that buckled me to my knees.

care for a reading

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