Short of breath from running
With the neighborhood kids,
Soccer with
A half-inflated volleyball
But no one seems to notice.
Stepping inside to warm faces
Around a candle-less cake;
Sweetness with no flavor,
Only an essence to be graced
In the cooling air.
A sip of tea for me,
Please.
Listening to words with no meaning,
Lost in symbols and sounds
That are reminiscent
Of children holding
Their mouths
Outside a candy shop window.
Enjoying wine and
Warm walls as friends
Begin to depart,
Clearing tables and minds
Of empty cups
And stained dishes.
The unfinished cake breathes
Silent, bitter breaths
As we shuffle on
Wrinkled carpet
To usher in our dreams.
Composed 06/07/2012
Author’s Note: On this particular day, it was my host mother’s birthday, but no one had informed me of this, so upon entering my home, I was greeting by her work friends having a small party together. They invited me to drink, but they were drinking desert wine. I’m not a huge fan of sweet alcoholic drinks, so I passed. I remember my shot glass full of wine sitting on the shelf above our sink the next morning. It stayed there for a few days before it was finally removed. Were they trying to send me a message? Maybe they got lazy and didn’t want to wash that last glass. Curious.
I also like how when I go to post these, I have a distinct lack of appropriate pictures to attach to them. Baby steps, as they say.
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