Poor Man Beggar Man

She tinkers change someone left on the table waiting for brunch at the Bluebonnet Bistro, a hole in the wall with thick on the windows. Lost deep to thought, this rock ‘n roll liberal in her mid-twenties and sage satin stole, pockets a penny that weighs down the satchel strapped to her shoulder and swung under table, asway just above cherry red laced stilettos. From a corner booth table, a sitting man stares an impertinent stare at her pendulum satchel and long dangled legs that sway to a torso wrapped tight in proof of a Wolf Parade show back in twenty fourteen - unable to go back down below where he yearns to obey all known from each of each one of her toes. 12/20/2018 A poem about the diminishing return of memories as they're reduced and bid bare by time using an abbreviated variation of the sestina form.