Encounter In Orlando Poem by Richard Wlodarski

Encounter In Orlando

Resting on antiquity
The blackened chair brings comfort
To this dead tired body
Sitting at wrought iron table
Tarnished antique on patio

The smell of very strong coffee
And freshly squeezed orange juice
Now awakens my dulled senses
The scorching Orlando sun
Blinding me for a few seconds

Blue eyes slowly opening
Somewhat disoriented
Shadow fading into the sun
Eyes in disbelief and awestruck
Kerouac's spirit welcoming me

Richard Wlodarski (c) 2026
Orlando, Florida