haven’t done one of these in a while so i thought i’d give a shot to this one. read it, skewer it, and find the author if you can. if you do, you get a beer from me. 🙂 if you don’t, you get your own beer. in a wine glass.
I sit beneath the pines in this summer garden café
alone, a glass of wine in my hand. A waiter
silently serves the customers, still sparse
in this early dusk. The just-lit bulbs
inside half-broken globes scattered in the corners of the dancing platform
look half dead, like all lights do
just before the night settles in
Still, it is beautiful
A strange beauty that you would never get
Not like the beauty you’re used to see in your postcards.
Maybe it was better that you didn’t show up tonight.
I just know you wouldn’t have liked these bare-naked hills
Steep and made of clay, nor this green sea with its
Erratic shallows and small, crooked waves
You’d get bored. You would understand nothing
From the quick sharp hand signs of that mute boy
at the last table, who still explains things
the same way humans did a thousand years ago,
while the sun set the same way, behind the pine trees
over those small graying hills
permeating the same sky.
You wouldn’t have liked these slow melodies;
That you can neither sing or dance.
There are no dancers here.
Instead, from table to table, people
Call each other by name, eat broiled fish,
And drink wine on big beer glasses.
Everything here would be strange to you.
You wouldn’t have loved these big, sad forks
Of aluminum, you wouldn’t even know how
to laugh with that hole that looks like a tiny spider
asleep on the worn table cloth.
You would have been a stranger. No one would have believed
In the beauty of your hips and the fluidity of your limbs.
You would have been a useless beauty. They could have never
Imagined you asleep in a rumpled bed
In the middle of summer, or even hauling on your shoulder the
Heavy arm of a man, as he tried to explain something to you
With his crude gestures
At night, while walking home drunk from the pub.
Better that you didn’t come.
I get it now
As the sun sets and the moon shines silently over the dead black sea
I set the bottom of the empty cup on the table