{"id":12035,"date":"2015-06-13T23:18:59","date_gmt":"2015-06-14T03:18:59","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=12035"},"modified":"2015-06-13T23:18:59","modified_gmt":"2015-06-14T03:18:59","slug":"poem-17-looking-out-from-restaurant-windows","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2015\/06\/poem-17-looking-out-from-restaurant-windows\/","title":{"rendered":"Poem #17: Looking Out From Restaurant Windows"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Looking out from Restaurant Windows<\/p>\n<p>Hanny, make sure you do not step into that puddle;<br \/>\nthe view is so aimless and subtle,<br \/>\nlooking out from these unclean windows.<br \/>\nAt the lake stumbling toward us,<br \/>\nnever seeming to reach beyond the shore:<br \/>\nif not to have a drink, then what for?<br \/>\nStill above our table swings the chandelier,<br \/>\nlingering of its light, the water damage<br \/>\nin the ceiling something I don\u2019t fear<br \/>\ndad couldn\u2019t resolve, either\u2014but he can\u2019t correct<br \/>\nthe widowed sky outside, without a hand to hold,<br \/>\nits cascading sympathy like a confession,<br \/>\nthe rain as diamonds shattering upon the sidewalk,<br \/>\nlike the taps of our fingers on the table as we talk.<br \/>\nCrumbs of your food sitting on your jacket:<br \/>\nthey\u2019re so hungry to be noticed, but we just<br \/>\nseem to always let them go.<br \/>\n\u201cDad, how come when I\u2019m not around, you have to stow<br \/>\naway and do things I wish I was there for?<br \/>\nLike going out for \u2018delicious beverages,\u2019<br \/>\nand speaking in the third person in the store?\u201d<br \/>\nEven so, I admire the ambulance driving slow, hushed,<br \/>\nwhile a Mustang  peels down the avenue,<br \/>\ntrying to impress some flyleaf witness.<br \/>\nMitchell Creek is running right round the bend,<br \/>\nand I wish I could see the river\u2019s end<br \/>\nfrom the window, but I can only view part<br \/>\nof the bridge, the sentinel of the creek.<br \/>\nThe food arrives before I even know,<br \/>\nthe bill curtly expensive under the tarnished glow<br \/>\nof the dim chandelier light on the auburn seats,<br \/>\nfor simple people eating simple food,<br \/>\nlistening now and then to folk rock back beats.<br \/>\nA walk and dinner all in one,<br \/>\nliving so close to the restaurant as we do;<br \/>\nmust be why Auntie Jan and Grandma Millie<br \/>\nenjoy it so much. Today though, this moment of today,<br \/>\nI\u2019m fasting for this day to end weakly, right away;<br \/>\nI\u2019m eating fast, I laugh, looking out the window,<br \/>\nseeing all the gulls, a white halo above the silver bay.<br \/>\nI\u2019m so full, but in no such hurry,<br \/>\nto leave today behind without a worry.<br \/>\nIn hindsight, I think I spent most my desire<br \/>\nlooking out the window than at my plate.<br \/>\nWalking away from the chandelier, its tiring ire<br \/>\nfading with the last shift, I step into that puddle,<br \/>\nhappening to look back; and isn\u2019t it a shame that they<br \/>\nclean the windows right after we leave\u2014<br \/>\nonly to become dirty again?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Looking out from Restaurant Windows Hanny, make sure you do not step into that puddle; the view is so aimless and subtle, looking out from these unclean windows. 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