by Sheldon Kranz
sit and listen
While part of me drifts among the coffee cups,
No longer wanting to look at you.
I talk and smile acutely
I look down on our quiet heads
And find the tops of heads most curious.
You would not know this,
Until tired of the conversation
And of the fading smile behind my eyes,
You float up above the table and the cups
To meet me,
And laughing, show me
How ridiculous we both look.