John Grochalski


cafes in paris


i can’t speak
a foreign language

i can’t speak english well enough
to satiate my own thirst
for what it is that i want from this world

but i’ve sat in cafes in paris
staring at a statue of balzac by rodin

with the swirl of boisterous discourse
going on all around me

not understanding
a single word being said

and i felt more alive that way

like the luckiest man
on the face of the earth.




orange ash sky


we eat
german currywurst
under the orange ash sky in seattle

the woman who served us
says her family home in utah
may burn to the ground

forty-five years her parents have been there
to maybe go up like a pack of matchsticks

we nod in sympathy
ingest currywurst and soot

as the pacific northwest burns in fiery splendor
as the desert rages in brushfires and heat

as california suffocates
as hurricane flood waters drown
texas and florida

we look up into the orange ash haze

at the blood red sun almost hidden
at mountain ranges lost in the smog
at people taking pictures of this madness

we eat the food with storm surges
licking the tip of our tongues

twenty dead here
another thirty-five gone over there

while other tourists walk by us
to stand in line outside of the original starbucks

for rainbow sherbet frappuccinos
sucked down cold during these end times

we clean curry ketchup
off of our fingers

eat a last salty and greasy fry
drink that precious bottled water
breathe in the smoke
and grime into our tar-covered lungs

as the woman from utah tells someone else
to bear with her

bear with me, she says
looking up at the orange ash sky

because i just haven’t been right, honey

not right at all
today.


2 comments:

  1. Cafes in Paris sounds like a nice place to be. Like every time I see pics of Venezia on the news & figuring how to send my granddaughter there for to see.

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