thunderheads

i sat in the mercury café
(funny, at first i typed cage)
and it was full
of the cool people.
too many of them. none mine.
as my gps led me out of the congested city,
the interesting knot untied and dissolved.
clouds ate the frayed ends.
we were doing what hicks do, wit said,
watching dumb
as
clouds roll by

2011

One Response to “thunderheads”

  1. maret says:

    oooh, I totally love this one! to be enticed and romanced by the “cool people” at the “cool cafe” only to realize that “coolness” exists where they are not. I do think the prairie life has infiltrated your very core…. and that is what’s really cool!

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