She Sprinkles Cheese
for Portia McClean

how Portia faces life without me
I wish I knew

how I've faced life without her
equally a mystery

I've had poetry, written of her
of times in love
of intimate times

no more than a customer
and a waitress in a restaurant

but what times they were
connected
like something to something
the way a hose connects to a faucet

to be turned on


© Obediah Michael Smith, 2010
9:00 p.m. 26.03.10