“IN THE VIOLET HOUR” ON A PAGE, MAYBE IN A POETRY BOOK SOMEONE WAS READING ON THE METRO

by Lyn Lifshin

“the violet hour” mid
July and especially
yesterday. Blues band
playing. Dupont Circle,
heavy with roses.
Cappuccino in the out
side café. The violet
hour. The slash of page
I saw and something
about getting up from
the desk and I wonder,
did he go out to wait
for the moon or the
musk of peonies, ferns
or walk into the room
where a woman waited,
her legs, her everything
open to him


*Lyn's website: http://www.lynlifshin.com/books.htm