The Waiting AngelA Poem by Kirby LundI work in a restaurant, so I thought it'd be neat to write a poem about one of the girls I work with.I sat down at the bar, Wanting to let the sweetest words I’d ever conjured Gracefully and gallantly Slip out of my soul And woo her in that very heartbeat. She walked by with a tray of drinks Destined for a table by the hostess’ stand. I drank my Jack Daniels And set up my best semblance, Thinking she’d recognize me flirting with her from There, half a restaurant away. I longed to swim in the serene fjords, The bountiful seas of those blue eyes, But rather plunged into the pools of her beauty that Emanated from the lingering perfume She left in the air Just for me As she passed my place once more. The kitchen door swung wide again, And she appeared out of it Carrying another tray of food" I’d swear her feet never touched the floor; Do angels dance or drift to their destinations? A nimbus encircled and illuminated Her tawny-yellow hair, soft and eloquent as a silken tapestry. I watched her walk away And swore I saw wings under her uniform. She said, “Hello,” just once as she passed by my barstool, Smiling just enough to make me swoon. I was dumbfounded, Unaware of her return Of all my flirting from across the building. (Is it sinful to stare At perfection so profound?) I muttered a strange salutation and went about my whiskey, Thinking of words to woo that would not awaken in my voice. © 2010 Kirby Lund |
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Added on April 2, 2010 Last Updated on April 2, 2010 AuthorKirby LundGrand Forks, NDAboutHello! My name is Kirby, and I turned 21 in December 2008. I'm currently a student at the University of North Dakota, and I'm going (at the moment) for a bachelor's degree in English. Although English.. more..Writing
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