Post by goldenmyst on Aug 19, 2022 19:08:31 GMT -6
her heart a portal for cosmic rendezvous
Freshly mown bus stop grass where shade meets dreams of her love. A lass stands across the street in her Jackie Kennedy dress. I float in her vision like a lad on a cloud of romance. And with the rationalization that her bus schedule may provide a sooner ride to the coffee shop, I cross into her space.
There I respect her personal space with a patch of green between us. She walks away as though I was an intruder in her zone of peace. I watch her round the corner in a distant departure. Alas, I must have disturbed her equanimity.
The clock ticks as minutes wash by. But to my surprise, my lady bus rider reappears from the apartment gates. This time she approaches me until close enough to touch me. Her gaze encompasses my proximity. I break my code of silence.
“Hey there. The bus should be here at any moment. I didn’t mean to cause you disquiet. I waited forever across the street and no bus. I thought I might have better luck here.”
“I thought you’d never speak. Tongue-tied men do give me the jitters. I am most pleased that you finally articulated words. Now tell me where are you headed?”
“I am on a jaunt to the coffee shop. Where is your destination?”
“As it so happens I am on my way there too. Would you escort me so no strange man gives me the creeps?”
“Of course, for a while, I thought I was the peculiar guy you speak of.”
“I was trying my best to coax you into the language world. But honestly, I think I knew you from somewhere. When we get to the place of coffee we must search our memories for our lost encounter.”
“My thought diaries are faded. But with your help, I am sure I can excavate the buried treasure of where we made contact first.”
“There is our bus. Let’s board and let it take us to the museum of coffee. That I believe is the very same place we met.”
We leave our conveyance and step into the patio of the coffee
emporium of our mutual dreams. She says, “You go get our brews and I’ll wait for your return. As a gentleman, you won’t mind treating me.”
“How could I say no to the woman who gave me back my gift of speech?”
“Oh, you are such a darling lad. You remembered my favorite brew, right down to the percentage of milk.”
“Well, instructions are one thing I can recollect. But let’s not waste time. You do bear a striking resemblance to a woman I knew. Even though she is long gone to the great beyond I am compelled to see if you know her favorite herbal concoction. Tell me now.”
“That would be Gingko. And Valerian root is my favorite sleep aid. Our preferred canoeing spot was the Okatoma Creek.”
“That is uncanny! I’ll give you a hint for the next question. What was the name of your childhood pet?”
“Myrtle the turtle. I am out of breath. But my answers should suffice. You see I was your wife from long ago. And you are old. I am a college student now. I saw you through your college years. You could return the favor. Join me at my condo and we’ll catch up on the intervening years.”
“One more question with a hint of course. What is the only foreign country you visited?”
“Mexico! Nuevo Laredo to be exact. When our horse-drawn carriage took us deep into the border town I freaked. Now let’s split this joint and head to your new pad but one more espresso for the road.”
Freshly mown bus stop grass where shade meets dreams of her love. A lass stands across the street in her Jackie Kennedy dress. I float in her vision like a lad on a cloud of romance. And with the rationalization that her bus schedule may provide a sooner ride to the coffee shop, I cross into her space.
There I respect her personal space with a patch of green between us. She walks away as though I was an intruder in her zone of peace. I watch her round the corner in a distant departure. Alas, I must have disturbed her equanimity.
The clock ticks as minutes wash by. But to my surprise, my lady bus rider reappears from the apartment gates. This time she approaches me until close enough to touch me. Her gaze encompasses my proximity. I break my code of silence.
“Hey there. The bus should be here at any moment. I didn’t mean to cause you disquiet. I waited forever across the street and no bus. I thought I might have better luck here.”
“I thought you’d never speak. Tongue-tied men do give me the jitters. I am most pleased that you finally articulated words. Now tell me where are you headed?”
“I am on a jaunt to the coffee shop. Where is your destination?”
“As it so happens I am on my way there too. Would you escort me so no strange man gives me the creeps?”
“Of course, for a while, I thought I was the peculiar guy you speak of.”
“I was trying my best to coax you into the language world. But honestly, I think I knew you from somewhere. When we get to the place of coffee we must search our memories for our lost encounter.”
“My thought diaries are faded. But with your help, I am sure I can excavate the buried treasure of where we made contact first.”
“There is our bus. Let’s board and let it take us to the museum of coffee. That I believe is the very same place we met.”
We leave our conveyance and step into the patio of the coffee
emporium of our mutual dreams. She says, “You go get our brews and I’ll wait for your return. As a gentleman, you won’t mind treating me.”
“How could I say no to the woman who gave me back my gift of speech?”
“Oh, you are such a darling lad. You remembered my favorite brew, right down to the percentage of milk.”
“Well, instructions are one thing I can recollect. But let’s not waste time. You do bear a striking resemblance to a woman I knew. Even though she is long gone to the great beyond I am compelled to see if you know her favorite herbal concoction. Tell me now.”
“That would be Gingko. And Valerian root is my favorite sleep aid. Our preferred canoeing spot was the Okatoma Creek.”
“That is uncanny! I’ll give you a hint for the next question. What was the name of your childhood pet?”
“Myrtle the turtle. I am out of breath. But my answers should suffice. You see I was your wife from long ago. And you are old. I am a college student now. I saw you through your college years. You could return the favor. Join me at my condo and we’ll catch up on the intervening years.”
“One more question with a hint of course. What is the only foreign country you visited?”
“Mexico! Nuevo Laredo to be exact. When our horse-drawn carriage took us deep into the border town I freaked. Now let’s split this joint and head to your new pad but one more espresso for the road.”
