Mad Stirrings
by Ken HarnischShe stirred her coffee with a spoon
In this funny counter-clockwise way
That left me almost mesmerized
And thinking it unfair
That such a tiny gesture
Should take advantage of my heart
I stopped breathing for a time.
Maybe I poured another ladleful
Of sugar into my shaky cup;
I cant remember, its all a blur;
But I muttered under my breath
And cursed the stars with fire
For their terrible sense of timing.
One can plan a career, after all,
And lay out his future
The same way his mother
Once laid out his socks
But life is not fond of being
Writ down in a Day-Planner
And love, that vixen,
Likes to punch you in the nose
02/08/2003
