Meet Laura
They are all foreign around me
There’s funk jazz playing over the system
The couple on the left have been milking their iced lattes for about 15 mintues now
I lose concentration
Between wondering if that’s a scientologist walking by
And how I’m such a simple coffee drinker
Distractions are often key.
This summer was a distraction.
…and now look at me.
Sitting in downtown Clearwater
With a superstring novel
A cell phone
And a grande Columbian coffee steaming on the table
…Spring class schedule used as a bookmark.
I pause. I sip as the cars ahead of me pause for a light.
There goes a car of half dressed boys driving back from the beach
A long canoe strapped to the back of another.
How long have I wanted this?
I’m not a poet. Or a writer.
Chemical Engineering.
Fluid flow. Heat Transfer. Momentum Flux.
I’m going to see a guy here in a moment.
“Aren’t I the luckiest guy?” he says.
“As in the point-particle case, the two strings
collide and again annihilate each other in a flash.”
Nihil Latin for nothing.
“Ahh, get your summer fling on?” says Kentucky.
I paused. And still reflect days later.
“Yeah, I guess so.”
Who will I be without this place.
Who did I become with it?
North Alt 19
Again
I take my destiny
And give it to you.
He must have had a spurt of thirstiness.
James Brown:
“I need some soul.”
