telepathy
do you know what I’m thinking
she asked me out of the blue
her voice as distinct
as I had remembered
in god knows how many years
her words were inside my head
as I sat outside a corner cafe
deviceless on a sunny morning
the traffic light but loud
pigeons plentiful & pecking away
I turned to face my right
& then my left & backwards
my hands on the top rail of the chair
fooling myself that she could be within earshot
as opposed to eternally lost
in a sea of consciousness
january two thousand twenty-four
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