poems by Rena J. Mosteirin

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Monday, February 15, 2010

Café Date

Smelling pipe tobacco smoke brown in your hair,
pulling close to you in the café
rubbing the sleeve of your sweater, dark blue
with brilliant white checks
up and down your arms and chest,
each check a white bird.
Here’s a pull, by your wrist,
two birds so close/ lovers,
pulled like you and I/ flying.

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