April 2015
I left the South Bronx to come to the West. I found a mountain, a brave and daring man, and a series of injured and abandoned pets. I was selected as Poet Laureate (Montanta) and traveled the state on a Greyhound bus. Poetry has been my life since I can remember. I am currently finishing my sixth book of poetry. Visit my website at www.Sherylnoethe.com
Mirage
The man in the Mexican Restaurant had your build.
Your haircut, shoulders, rib cage and behind.
You, easy. From the back, in a minute.
My body, turncoat, began agitating.
Warm, welcoming sensation.
Cling peaches in heavy syrup.
Entirely consumed by you.
Until, as mystery will,
he turned his head to reveal
a stranger. The wrong man.
If only
he could have stood still
with his back to me
forever.
Just like you.
©2015 Sheryl Noethe