Eskimo... Poem by Nestor David Armas

I'm talking to her

About all the things

Like it's all brand new fur,

Freshly squeezed juice

Of yesterday,

Learning how to play

Again; add a new bruise,

What tomorrow brings

Is old expectations,

But I'm still anxious

Looking at the door

Not even 59 past 4

Somehow time has become

All the more precious,

Looking forward to coming home,

Giddy like a little gnome,

Muffled greeting

Playing dumb,

Please repeat again

Making sure it isn't hallucinations,

I suppress the joy bleating

From within, no gloat

Most grateful am I then

Like an Eskimo

With a brand new coat,

If only the world could know...

(11/24/2012)