poetryrepairs #242 17,11:126

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ROBERT JOE STOUT : Elaine
ROBERT JOE STOUT : Stranger in the Coffee Shop
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ROBERT JOE STOUT
Elaine

Beige curtains twisted into dancing shapes as real as dreams. I rose, watching as they seemed to touch, then part, then spin slowly back to touch, fingertip to fingertip, again. Rhythms floated in and faded as I crossed the room to gaze towards sailboats anchored in the bay. Come with me! Elaine once whispered as we’d danced across a jetty. Pulled off our clothes. Plunged into currents swirling alongshore. Clasped each other’s bodies quivering from cold. A truck edged past, its headlights flickering across the fronts of dormant stores. Now get me warm! she’d laughed and run and tripped. Rolled over. Held me, shivering, as we’d surged past instant wanting into places where the sea and sky were one. Then rose, exhausted, strangers brushing sand from heated bodies, trying to laugh and walk back to the jetty, talk: My God! We’re silly! I still feel like you’re inside me! No thoughts then of schedules, children, just the beach and palms and jetty. Again I felt the wind assault our wetness. Felt her fingers touch, then separate from mine.

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ROBERT JOE STOUT
Stranger in the Coffee Shop 

Faces move to greet me shyly, shove aside the danger of too quick a smile. The waitress licks her lips. "Odd weather," someone whispers. "Coffee? Sure." She runs to get a cup. The cook peers through a crack above the grill, a stack of pancakes in his hand. An old man coughs. "More butter please." I sip my coffee, read the paper as they nod themselves back into safety, all being right in their small world.

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