something intimate
about time in a cafe
when I am quiet inside
when the music, the books
speak to me
she told me in a dream
decades ago
"you can come here
any time you want"
it's no mistake
when I am here
plotting my life's course
or resting by the side of its stream
we were in the Red Star Cafe
on that street beneath waking
her feet bare on the wood floor
she put an aura around the place
a protection, a blessing
for the perpetual possibility of that closeness
that intimacy
with her
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