Couples on parade .. strolling hand in hand
a procession of passion and smiles
they appear and disappear
left to right .. right to left
framed by my windows.
I got hungry
stimulated by emotion.
Strolled in solitude
seeking
my lover's day meal
baguette and brie
I did not hold hands with me
There he lay
flat on his back
alone
in the open air
separated by hard cold glass
from safely encased banana walnut muffins
where they languished under the warming light.
He lay open to the elements
susceptible to every cough
of every person
during every sale
conducted inches from him.
It was busy ...
We all saw him
admired him
praised the baker who created him.
He was a special order
for this special day.
Someone asked that he be forged
from flour, water, salt
from creative flair
toil
pride
and forged he was.
They never returned to honor his life
did not come to retrieve him
or include him
or share the warmth of their
passion
as eyes locked
over wine and chocolate.
Now there he lay
on his back
in a cold bowl ..
recipient of every cough
of every sneeze
every compliment.
Spoiled ..
made useless
by the very mouths
praising his existence.
Beautiful life wasted.
Asked for
then abandoned.
Incredible potential
spat upon
by lovers
who went on their way ..
strolling
hand in hand.
His huge heart
broken
as he lies
flat
on his back
alone
in the open air
in that cold bowl
wondering ...
"Where's the Love?"
February 14, 2015
Love
&
Empathy
&
Compassion
for one another ...
from Kauai to Paris .. and all places between
Happy Valentines Day
Bill