Thoughts and Poems Sunday
William Guy Thomas
by William Guy Thomas
“rialtund”
regrets are shadowy things
they come and go
fast as steve mcqueen
and sneaky as madonna
they fade in and out
all the same
nagging and horrible
in their absurd comfort and requisite being
regrets are shadowy things
we call to ourselves
just reminders that we are
no more
soon
the fix is in
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“the fourth time I have told you this”
the sumo wrestler returned
victorious from his last ride
atop the ghost of secretariat
to the parisienne bistro
he loved best
an elderly woman
third table from the left
removed her satin gloves
and in a grand gesture
flung them toward his table
fluttering
in a grand and gracious arc
they fell short
trampled by busy waiters
moving too slowly
stoic and greasy
covered in ash
time, stricken
halted
ever
so
briefly
