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Poem #9 from tuesday night at emile’s

Back to: tuesday night at emile’s – Introduction

perhaps they are right
this is no way to be carrying on
if she is the same girl
the one that broke into his life
and stole


his composure

his satisfaction in an ordered life
free of petty distraction

the sense he held
of his own adequacy

if she is the same girl
he has to know


it had to be more than a random encounter

why did she choose him

for what purpose

what did it mean


the mirror
suggests a shave may be in order

it has become an effort to attend
to the small things

he was doing well enough for awhile
recovering his poise
until the concert

if it was her

he will make the effort
it may be important


he has backtracked
to discover the performer’s name

her name

taken steps to establish
where she will next appear

tonight he will be there
will try to see her in the break
or after the performance
he has to know

a dozen roses
lie on his bed
tightly rolled ruby buds
dark at their edges

from your friend at emile’s

© Frank Prem 2003

Tuesday Night at Emile’s Poem #10: sometimes it’s dancing – old fashioned tap

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