Local Social Network for the Arts Community in Central Valley
The coffee shop,
only a hop skip and a dance down the fountain lined road,
always waits for me.
I listen to the mermaid song as I geisha step in the unexpected summer rain.
Plugged into my phone
and the day dreams reflected in the fountain pools.
The smiles come so easily
And I dance wildly
in my head.
The serious men in suits
let my laughter
make them high as I walk by.
They want to watch
me walk - dance, they nod their heads, open doors
Here she is.
The blond Smokey Eyed barista.
She always shares a secret smile with me.
I appreciate the attention of the downtown club on those low empty shallow days,
and blush on the days I feel more like the self I strive to be.
Tomorrow morning I will make sure to set the curtain of curly hair
to the left side of my face.
The paralyzed side.
I will try not to look
at that side in the mirror.
By break time I will have forgotten
that the eye looks funny
and the smile is crooked.
Sade is singing,
My hair falls on my shoulders with the feel of ostrich feathers.
“He likes my hair”, I feel warm at the thought.
On my phone the music reminds me of
the aroma overtakes me
and I smile
at the serious gentlemen in suits.