This week our poet is Diana Cole of Arlington, Mass. Diana has chosen to write about the “Someday Cafe” in Davis Square.To have your poems considered for the “Lyrical” send them to:
DH, 25 School St., Somerville, Mass. 02143  or dougholder@post.harvard.edu

Someday Cafe

Outside seed pods

swinging in the wind

cling precariously

to bare branches.

From the sidewalk

a flock of pigeons

unanimously

fly up to far roof top.

They line up,

on two ledges,

each bird facing north,

half cast in shadow.

Inside the cafe

words dart across tables,

someone’s waiting ears

cocked like mitts

to catch the meaning.

For me each consonant,

even the softest “p,”

knocks over my pencil.

A crowd of sibilants

quarrel with each other

hissing, cursing up the labyrinth

of my unwilling ear.

Oh, for a gust of wind

to clear the air,

or that all these words would decide

unanimously to fly off

to that distant roof,

a few choosing to remain

lined up in my journal,

row on row,

in hushed composure.