The wind pulls my hair / out from behind my ear / onto my face and so I set down / my book and push my hair back
The wind pulls my hair
out from behind my ear
onto my face and so I set down
my book and push my hair back
behind my ear but the wind
flicks through the pages and throws
my bookmark out onto the street
and as I dart out to grab it
takes the napkins and the empty muffin
wrapper too and so I buoy-bob up
and down across the ground around
the table gathering them up
and set them down under my
coffee cup and find my page
and mark it and push back
my hair which the wind pulls
straight back out again
and I think I am so many
loose parts I cannot keep
from spilling onto this or any street
and this is part of why I am so glad
as you may have noticed
when they are held by you.