Coal City Review, 2007




Viv in the Coffee Shop

 

 

'Where are you going? ' 

'Who knows?  . . .  I'm just going.' 

 

—Ken Kesey, 'Sometimes a Great Notion' 

 

~

 

She sips her coffee 

without the taste of freedom. 

What do you do 

 

when you leave your husband,

your home, everything but a box of photographs? 

What do you do 

 

after you have taken that first step? 

The rain, 

always the rain— 

 

When the coffee is gone, 

when the door closes behind you, 

when you step into the rain—what do you do? 

 

She taps the photographs into a neat pile, 

leaves them on the table, gets on the bus.

 

 

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D G Moody The PoetBay support member heart!
The photographs left behind, as a metaphor for all the rest she'd left - a brilliant poem Jim; and as someone now married to someone who did this, let's hope she found her freedom.
2025-04-24



"The fair-weather tourists seek a spot in the sun, while the locals here just want a place under the umbrella."
2025-04-12


Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
A fine piece of poetry, this. Your descriptions bring the scene to life brilliantly, Jim. Blessings, Allen
2025-04-12