Concrete angel…

johncoyote

Concrete angel

It was a Spring morning in Austin, Texas in 1995. Yearly poetry weekend was here. My favorite time of the year. My only attempt at verbal poetry for me when I was stationed in Texas.  I arrived early and I added my name to the back-up readers. Many people came early and I went to the nearby coffee shop near to the reading. It was filled with the College students. I ordered my coffee and I looked for a free seat. Only free seat was lone pretty woman with auburn hair and serious looking hazel eyes. I went to the table and I asked her. Could I sit here please? She gave me a hard look and she told me. You can if you don’t bother me with useless conversation. I smiled and I told her. I promise to be mute as a butterfly. I will just write…

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