adrift and alone – a poem

adrift and alone – a poem

lazy girls with messy hair
gather in lines
at the local coffee shop
looking for a lift
to their moods
not their skirts
and yet,
here i am
poetically describing them
in this moment
i am a voyeur
and they are muses
of passion
abandon
and sleepless nights
it is 12:36
on Sunday afternoon
at the beginning of fall
just a nip of chill
in the air
signals change
and the lack
of a woman
in
my
life

9-23-18

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