Come Back To Me Now
The grand wind blows as it hums along –
This dark and grey velvet morning hardly risen.
A well dressed classy drunk smears her finger across
The doorman’s lips and whispers, “Don’t tell anyone.”
Stumbling along while someone else curses
A garbage truck outside stops and reverses -
– beep – beep – beep.
Standing there in her favorite long coat
The desk clerk seems to gloat -
Gloat over every marvelous thing she ever wanted.
In this, the one day when she is thinner -
Outside a siren shrieks repeating the tormented,
Is she a saint or a sinner?
Finally the quiet idles up there eternal
Inside her blessed Penthouse suite.
From her barred window she watches a crosswalk signal
Still standing in her long winter coat.
Across the alley she sees someone on a fire escape,
As they wrap around and escape down the funnel.
In the serenity of the street below a Cupid like boy
Salutes his mother.
The mother stoops to pat him on his noggin.
Then mommy makes a sculpture of her packages,
As the boy salutes again.
Up there behind her bars the drunk thinks she is different somehow.
Taking off her coat she opens a book entitled “Value”
Finding a written sentence that ends with “come back to me now.”
She gives the legacy a second look
And thinks how absolutely - positively - wondrously dear -
If only she could believe what she read -
And then she disappears.
Copyright © Jim Carpenter | Year Posted 2014
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