Poem: Love Poem at the Diner Counter

Calling Van Gogh

Love Poem at the Diner Counter

And after a long conversation with the lady at the counter,
spilling your story between bites of bagel and bacon,
she shakes her head.
“How sad that you had to wait so long for such a love.”
she says as she sips her coffee, black and hot.

I wave my fork. “No, no, no, no.” I tell her.
“What a miracle that I lived long enough to find her
and discover that the love I imagined,

About this poem.

True story from this morning. Except we are at tables instead of the counter.


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