A SUNDAY BRUNCHA Poem by jeannemarie coulterA SUNDAY BRUNCH surrounded by other diners and the busy blanket noise of the sunday brunch crowd she is lonely sitting in the café gazing out at the huge windows where the swirling waters are cresting into noyo harbor she sips her glass of cabernet and ponders... if we had unlimited vision if we could see beyond the curvature of the pacific horizon would i see someone sitting in a café as lonely as me would we raise our glasses in a salute of recognition and share our cabernet, well aged cheddar and sweet french rolls still warm from the oven... could we speak with sign language our eyes not quite seeping our loneliness out could we share all of the mysteries of life a long distance silent conversation of love of laughter and hope and faith... of not being alone even in a crowd. © 2015 jeannemarie coulterFeatured Review
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