Coffeehouse Sonnet(4)
michael ceraolo
The usual consumer choices would not do,
and so she motored many miles
from the cultural wasteland where she lived
in search of the sustenance of a poetry reading
But a snafu had ensued and the reading would not be
She turned and left the coffeehouse, at loose ends
A poet who had been likewise victimized
heard her plight and caught up with her outside,
offering to read her some of his poetry as a substitute
Her silver-white hair belied her youthful good looks,
and the waning sun added extra light to her eyes
as they stood on the corner, people passing by
A clear-headed executive by day,
what she was seeking was on that corner
