Next Time by Jo…

Next Time by Joyce Sutphen
from After Words
Red Dragon Fly Press

Next Time

I’ll know the names of all of the birds

and flowers, and not only that, I’ll

tell you the name of the piano player

I’m hearing right now on the kitchen

radio, but I won’t be in the kitchen,

I’ll be walking a street in

New York or London, about

to enter a coffee shop where people

are reading or working on their laptops.  They’ll look up and smile.

Next time, I’ll rush up to people I love

look into their eyes, and kiss them, quick.

I’ll give everyone a poem I didn’t write,

one specially chosen for that person.

They’ll hold it up and see a new

world.  We’ll sing the morning in,

and I will keep in touch with friends,

writing long letters when I wake from a dream where they appear on the

Orient Express.  “Meet me in Istanbul,”

I’ll say, and they will.

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