Sunday, February 21, 2010

Quiet Stir

She sat
with her back to the world
and with a concentrating stare
at nothing
she ate her tuna melt on rye

she reached for the Arizona iced tea
next to her side, raised it to her mouth
and drank, all in a syncopated rhythm

There was a quiet stir inside

She swung her neck
against better judgment
to look at the telephone resting
in its place at her left
although she knew it would not ring

Without thought
breath slowly released from her mouth
and as it moved past her lips it
formed the whisper of his name, Javier
followed by, I wonder where you are right now

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