Monday, April 1, 2013

Day 1: The Guest

cc licensed ( BY NC ND ) flickr photo by Kevin Conor Keller:

His shirt.
His face, smiling,
His cheeks, dimpled,
Covered in soot.
He has no jacket.
Nobody heard him
When he walked in.
Now he sits down quietly
At the table opposite the counter.
He can’t be more than ten.
He shivers slightly,
Then corrects his posture
And puts a cheeky grin on.
He is quite handsome,
Curly hair, and those dimples.
He never takes his eyes off
The barista.
She stares at the floor
As she brings him
A chocolate muffin
And something steaming
In a cup.
They don’t speak,
They have done this
Many times before.
He sits there,
Invisible to everyone,
His manners impeccable
As he eats.
Once finished,
He walks outside
And a gust of wind
Enters the room
Bringing with it
The chill of
A December morning.

This is my post for NaPoWriMo Day 1 (a poem that has the same first line as another poem) and for 2013 April PAD challenge (write a poem about a new arrival). Two birds with one stone. Hope I can keep this up - a poem a day. 

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