STEAM FROM THE LATTEI watch the crowd
from my vacant seat,
a steaming cup beside my book
I sit still
and meditate upon the crowd
I listen to conversations
with half-opened ear
the sounds of lovers
as they share their looks
and touches with no one but
each otherI try to write
as I hear their words
but nothing comes
then you enter
I put down my pen
and wave
for you to come over.
THE SEARCH
I found your name
on a paper
deep in back of my wallet
I wonder if I went
even deeper
I might find a number
to give you a call,
then I would ask you
why I placed your name
on this paper.
© 2000 Paul Gilbert
