ashland, new hampshire—
two in the afternoon
a burger with a thick slice of onion,
mustard on the side
and a cold bottle of beer.
looking out a large pane window,
everything from where I sat
looked fine.
you pass by noticed,
i nodded with a smile.
and you
quickly
looked away
and everything disappeared.
no,
not of course,
my sandwich.
just an old flame
puffed in a white cloud of history,
dowsed by another sip
of an ice-cold beer.
Rev:2013/2019 Vol. II ~ Love: Hot Water, Crackers, & Ketchup Soup~ 
ZoralinQ 