Before you know it, the week is over.
Some bills paid. Meetings attended.
Congratulatory cake sliced into two
dozen squares for an engaged couple.
When suddenly, suddenly you discover
that a certain reticence has breached
the comfort and security of your partner.
Followed him to the coffee shop. Wedged
itself between his breakfast sandwich
and speech. Followed him to the city’s
public square where a large group of
suburban mothers dressed in loud colors
practiced yoga underneath spotty skies
in itchy grass. Where sunlight appeared
and disappeared from his brown skin
and wind upturned the corners of the pages
of a novel he read from as the reticence said
more to you than he had all morning
and the bees’ only agenda was to land
on the wavering yellow petals of sunflowers
and then take off into a day that would become
tomorrow's news and next year's history.
— The End —