The FlameA Poem by Kelly ScheppersThe
Flame
His
alarm abruptly rings she is the north gale he hears
He
dresses in a three piece suit, An
imported tie of silk, In
a geometric print she is the coffee that
warms his face, the quickened pulse
that drives him
There
are mergers impending, clients
to comply with before noon she is the rendezvous
at a small café, the corner table in
the diffused light he tenaciously
orchestrates his priorities to
he
pulls his Mercedes into
the cobblestone drive she’ll be the
pulsations of water dissipating a nine to
five day, the collective steam
mirrored in the beveled glass, that puts him in a
cognitive mood
Evening
rains hard upon
his shoulders she’ll be the ample
bed where he lays his head, the oscillating breeze
that permeates his
sleep, until…
the
alarm abruptly rings.
photography
by Tatucya
© 2015 Kelly ScheppersReviews
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