The Lucky Plaza

(poetry)Dinah
Roma
 And I remember
her through
the day’s leisure.
My veiled urgency
to leave the spot
 We found each
other. Wanting her
to end the telling of
stories whose
origins I know so
much
and wouldn’t
want to recall. To
reach for her From
my tables end, and
touch her
hand trained.In the
acquiescence of
service. To let her
know she could
have leave the
bowl, its cool
indifference,behind.
Simply to let her
know stories revive
and inspire.That I
do have my own.
They come from
where is she’s from.
The same fractures
of a people beyond
breaking.
 The same
faithyears despair
That light unwilling
to surrender to the
remaining hours of
the day The slow
return to night.For
that is all we
have.She
to the house
polished to her
children’s absence,
strangers in the
company of kins.
And me to the
books I judge the world
by. Wiser by the hour as the tensile linessinging of beauty cage her pin Within places of
the imaginary.