With exacting zeal, Tommy mimics
a serious man drinking a café con
leche at an Upper West Side bar.
Unshaven, wearing a jaunty French
cap, energized and spontaneous
he scribbles tiny indecipherable
notes and diagrams with black ink.
Shimmering clusters of circles
and dots connect an infinite number
of thin lines far off in the distance
signifying perhaps, multiple versions
of a future he expects to take place.
Widely considered a genius by all,
with his quiet strength of keen focus
and concentration until he’s accused
of being an extraterrestrial and cast
off the earth still wearing his beret.
Jill G. Hall
Published in San Diego Poetry Annual 2019 – 2020
LOVE! this Jill. Thanks for the Sunday morning smiles.
Judy, As you can tell it’s a very different poem for me. I made it by circling phrases in a magazine article years ago. I felt right now was the right time to share it.
Cafe con leche sounds good. Tommy who? love the photo illustration too…
Pat – I’m not sure who Tommy is but since he fell off the earth I’ll never meet him. LOL!
I just thought maybe this was the opening of a new book. 🥰Josie.
Josie, That’s funny!!!