Separated By Coffee Alone Poem by Gary Winkel

Fortunate turn found.
Click, click.
Not a flower.
Diamond George
cracks a smile
under maroon hair and
painted black.
Tee shirt sticking out
of friends I see
past me. Earrings
and children growing into
dangerous or fragile.

Separated by coffee alone,
ceiling fan spinning,
and book of exuberant storytelling.

You know
riches await
like connections.
Do you believe
or are you breathing
Camels in without inspiration.
If only I could meet
a sophisticated, gentle,
centered futurist
with no expectations of me
presently saying-'I'm open.'
Slipping into comfortable.