Identity
Identity
Missed Connections in Seattle-Tacoma
coffee growing cold,
the invisible man sits.
hair frees in the wind
red and soft against his cheek.
no kissing her in public.
NOTE FROM THE MISSED CONNECTIONS CHIEF BOTTLE FINDER:
What a sad message from our lovelorn Seattle poet. I wonder who the man is invisible to – the “her” who cannot be kissed or the the public that cannot witness the kissing? Perhaps more than just the coffee is growing cold on this windy day…
