tuesday morning, pages 78 and 79

tuesday morning, pages 78 and 79 pulled back on the book i was reading as if its yawn was bigger than the one i had borrowed from you only an hour earlier we both laughed remembering the days when you touched one elbow to the other behind your back and challenged me knowing it would never happen it was raining when you left then looked back, tilting your umbrella like a military salute after a wave and blown kiss from me i pulled on the front and back covers of my book touching one to the other as if they were elbows meeting behind my back the taxi pulled from the curb before i could show how my book and you could do what i dreamed of between pages 78 and 79 tuesday morning. ~tolbert~