> unseen

> unseen

He's invisible, yet
he's sitting there,
clearly pretending
to be unnoticed

by the round table,
next to the big window
where he basks daily
in warm sunshine.

He arrives early
every morning when
they unlock the doors
to our local public library.
He finds his place by nine.

He has his vending
machine coffee
capped. It may be hot,
but is more likely
warm, even cold by now.

He sort of just
slides it back and forth
a little left, a little right
nudging it with fingertips.
That, and he nods...

still, staring straight and still
at the same page of whatever
newspaper he's been reading
all this time.

But not really. He's more into
reflection than refraction-
and leaves what little magic he has left
as seldom clear most of the time.

-dp-

6-2-26

3-15-25

(from Dismissive Remarks)

> unseen

He's invisible, yet
he's sitting there,
clearly pretending
to be unnoticed

by the round table,                    >only
next to the big window                    >near
where he basks daily                     >bathes

in warm sunshine.

He arrives early                        >

every morning when  

they unlock the doors                >open

to our local public library.
He finds his place by nine.                    >in his

He has his vending 

machine coffee 

capped. It may be hot, 

but is more likely

warm, even cold by now.

He sort of just 

slides it back and forth 

a  little left, a little right

nudging it with fingertips. 

That, and he nods... 

Nods, staring straight and still 

at the same page of whatever 

newspaper he's been reading 

all this time.

But not really. He's more into
reflection than refraction-
and leaves what little magic he has left
as seldom clear most of the time.

-dp-

6-2-26

3-15-25

(from Dismissive Remarks)

He's invisible, and yet
He's sitting there,
clearly pretending
to be unnoticed

at the only table,
near the big window,
where he bathes himself
in warm sunshine.

He's there every day
from not long after
the doors open
at our public library.
He can usually find his spot by nine.

There's always a soft cup of coffee near his right hand.
It might have been hot, but now it's probably cold.
The cup may be spiked or even be emptied by now.

He just sort of pushes it,
slides it back and forth,
a bit now, a bit then,
nudging with his fingertips.
and nodding...

Nodding, staring still towards
the same page of whatever paper
He's been reading all this time.

But not really.
He's more into
reflection than refraction-
and the magic he had left
is seldom clear all the time.

-dp-
3-15-25