ordinary magic

Who knows why
this modest memory
came bubbling up tonight

maybe the fat cell where it was stored melted.
it surfaced like a submersible :

You and I sitting in a booth in Village Inn
drinking coffee and smoking for hours

You made a little flower:
the petals
folded back foil lids of creamers
stacked inside each other

I stood a nickel in a mound of salt.




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