April 28, 2013

• Come Find Me

  Some Sunday stream of consciousness. I dedicate this to my friend Craig, a college chum who’s sharing of a memory got the words flowing today.

  Come Find Me
  (For Craig)

  Come find me
  I am sitting in the back
  My head tipped down
  over a book.

  Come find me
  I am at my table alone
  The salsa I am eating
  is too spicy

  Come find me
  I am looking for
  a face with creases
  still furrowed from the night.

  Come find me
  I am not in need
  but my falafel
  is enormous.

  Come find me
  I am in samsara
  A new cycle
  is beginning to turn

  Come find me
  I am drinking coffee
  and gazing at a poster
  of noir classics

  Come find me
  I am below the speakers
  they are playing The Beatles
  and I think of Italy.

  Come find me
  I am near the brochures
  There will be art classes
  coming this spring

  • 12:56 pm
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