Saturdays

I’ll just go home now.  I have seen

the post-workout women in their tights

sweating together over green smoothies.

I have smiled at three young sisters

waiting for hairdos on a row of pink

plastic chairs.  So, it’s time.  Oh, and when

the gaggle of guys from the Mini Cooper

club stopped at Starbucks before mounting up

and hitting the road like horses and jockeys

in their silks—I knew I should be going.

I would almost like to be there when

the parallel lines of perspective near

nil and the whole lot lift off like a spinning

carousel into a blue summer sky as I

shout something true about how beautiful they

all are, and stand there wet-faced and waving.

But no.  Best to be gone before it comes to that.

(from drafthorse, 2014)