Why rodents stare at the sky

I always love the coffee here.

Conversation is winter sunshine

splinting the cruel wind-chill fracture.

 

Her hazel eyes dance like mischievous

children on a busy midday overpass.

I want to lose my shoes and join in.

 

But, I sit here,

with a cautious smirk,

waiting for inevitable disaster.

 

Nothing hurts worse

than the instant before

the knockout punch lands.

Reviews

[freelancejouster]

a cautious one, are you? i quite like this, though it's different from what you write more often... i expect you to join in and race her to the incoming semi, and yet... though, if we're sticking with that analogy, perhaps caution IS the way to go. great work sir :)

[jenniewren (J.W. Bouwma..]

oh wow.. what a piece to kick off my monday. this is intense and lovely and i feel in my deepest corners..

so beautiful, but damn.. it hurts

[OT]

oo wow!! quite the different write RG but brilliant nonetheless!!! karmic reveries seeping through the images of day!!

[cfix]

I adore this write, very nicely written,
I love the last stanza the best.
Well written.

[Moflo]

This was a great piece. You had some fantastic images and I love how your poem starts so basic and expands to this statement about life. Your past stanza is perfect and brings the whole situation home. Fantastic work.

[TheTattooedPoet]

i absolutely love this poem. i love the imagery and the last two stanzas are literary gold.