Toast" by Leonard Nathan

[greentwig.livejournal.com]

There was a woman in Ithaca
who cried softly all night
in the next room and helpless
I fell in love with her under the blanket
of snow that settled on all the roofs
of the town, filling up
every dark depression.

Next morning
in the motel coffee shop
I studied all the made-up faces
of women. Was it the middle-aged blonde
who kidded the waitress
or the young brunette lifting
her cup like a toast?

Love, whoever you are,
your courage was my companion
for many cold towns
after the betrayal of Ithaca,
and when I order coffee
in a strange place, still
I say, lifting, this is for you.

Comments

[uberjkim.livejournal.com]

ohmygod.

[aimlesswanderer.livejournal.com]

*hic*

./w

[greentwig.livejournal.com]

um, I'm sorry, I don't understand you comment. I hope you liked it.

[aimlesswanderer.livejournal.com]

I loved it, the *hic* was about the "Toast"

./w

[greentwig.livejournal.com]

Oh, thanks for clearing that up. I'm a little slow. I thought the toast was with the coffee like toasted bread. Now it makes more sense.

[high-societee.livejournal.com]

wow that's amazing.

[skygypsy.livejournal.com]

oh love this
thank you

[greentwig.livejournal.com]

you're welcome

[bloodrebel333.livejournal.com]

:)