the wind comes in for breakfast
& i will go out with it,
kicking up dust
& memories
the waitress closes the door
& the wind lights a cigarette.
i order hash browns & eggs
over medium while the wind,
impatient, taps its foot
the wind comes in for breakfast
bringing decisions that
HAVE BEEN MADE
and there is little i can do
about it but drink my coffee
and leave
the waitress brings the check
and there is that moment
of hesitation. . .
dutch treat? i ask the wind,
but it won't look me
in the eye
the wind comes in for breakfast
& leaving no tip, shows me
the road, saying
nothing
Lopez Island, Washington
1981
