In Downtown
there are three
clocks on the wall
telling different
times
the rain
heavy now
every window’s
hiring
umbrellas over
empty chairs
finally a cappuccino
worth sipping
she’s gone
and grown
up …
her manicured nail
tap tapping on the wheel
her hair waving wild
in the wind
I can’t keep up … with the pace
close my eyes
remembering the room
the monitor
the bright light
the moment when
I first heard her heart
Boo
ming
Boo
ming
Boo
ming
TL