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18th Street Omens
February 12, 2008
heavy sidewalk traffic
barely an open seat in Tryst
we sit and watch women squeeze
through the crowded bar, wincing at
the slow tremor of tectonic behinds
some of us have been
in solitude long enough
to know it’s a desert
where every woman so far
has been a mirage
this morning’s horoscope
said good news of a long-
awaited event will arrive soon
I look for omens everywhere
and wonder if the watermark
under my glass is a sign
of an approaching oasis
by Alan King
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Categories: Hidden Messages
Alan King
qarrtsiluni 
Fantastic.
alan, this is a brilliant piece. i could see the tryst scene. i especially like the watermark statement. as always, i enjoyed your work. tyou for hipping me to this wonderful new blog journal. peace and poetry, ananda
Very evocative, the ‘water’ theme is beautifully woven.
What a tight-written, fine poem. Thank you, Alan.