COFFEE BREAK

A cup of Turkish coffee
with a slice of raisin bread
is to dream twice daily
as we awake
in this Sephardic cafe
for a coffee break
in the Autumn countryside
off the beaten path
with delightful Susanna
seems a wonderful revelation
for a day dream's price
with a bardic mortal's invitation
concealing my being
wishfully jealous
of the first ice fishing
even if this Beat poet
is feeling strange,
hungry,even a bit mangy
at a train stop's station
with his feet up
in Boston's Esplanade
thinking about a portal
and canopy of roses
in a vetting
on our wedding anniversary
posing by the camera
and intensely in love
having been saved from war
in Asia
drinking Chinese green tea
with these chocolate
fortune cookies
taking from my back pocket
a lace handkerchief
along with a heartened locket
geometrically shaped for her
in the enigmatic dawn's reality
in the belief that one is not alone
staring at each other
with equal vitality
and forgetting e mail
and the ringing of the telephone
soon mother nature will really
offer us a space
for the rain's hour delay
on this empowered afternoon
under the dark Evergreen
and flowered pavilions
with a metamorphosis of laughter
as blackbirds vanish
from the park bench
we are brushing gold dust
from our enfolded coats
and black hats off
speaking of Spanish poetry
in a depth of November's cool air
and reading to each other
Rimbaud,Verlaine
and remembering the words
in the chosen irony
of the French Baudelaire
when here on the Common
among nymphs, maenads
and mad school of mermen
when we sadly glimpse
several nameless swan boats
which float by our reflections
offering up hope of a glad day
in a frozen siren of time.