A Spring Evening in Grand Island

We're on the curb with our burritos. Sun has set.
The sky is royal blue above the restaurant's lurid
Sign, a stripe of dirty orange out west. I look
At Juana as she eats. She shuts her eyes each time
She bites, but now they're open and she's smiling.
“So, what did you do today?” she asks. I answer,
“Not too much,” and then I tell her what I can
Remember of my boring day, the hours on the line
At work, the long drive home, a little TV
And a beer, a shower, and the ride out here to meet
Her as she takes her break from working in her
Father's kitchen. Asked, she says the evening's
Been a little slow, but that's okay. Before too
Long, she rises. Break is over. She must go
Inside. Then, just before she does, she pecks my
Cheek and cinches up the grip she's gotten
On my heart, and asks or tells, I can't be
Certain “You'll be coming back tomorrow
Night.”



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-05-14 at 21:55

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