In Search of (Art/Advocacy Cuisine and Travels)

ON MY WAY HOME I stood silent as she buffed the floor The hum of the motor and soft whirring of cloth against the slick tile I stood silent and felt the moment you mentioned, the one E.D. describing so aptly "What do you want?" she said and the words buffeted me as I stood silent "You are a custodian." I stated as she continued her work completing her evening shift. I stood at twenty, in wonder as this quiet woman opened up a door to opportunity I, not limited by gender or strength, my world turned upside down Felt that same head rush.  And would forever yearn and seek out that hypnotic seductive reality Of an independent thought A new custodian.

REVISION: It ’ s not even 3 pm and bumper to bumper cars waiting and parking lots filled at CVS and this is only Fargo. Drive by the coffee shop on a Monday afternoon DRIVE BY DUNN BROS Sitting in a lonely place A penny shines Alone on a square tile Other tiles penniless Fused Resting Grout enclosed Waiting for contact A gentle caress A chair scrapes across A jagged mark Remains Other tiles unmoved

At Dunn Bros, 11/6/17 afternoon, grey, cloudy, light snow 30 degrees Hit my head on table Picking up a penny Donation for “best of the best” prize at work Bitter brew in mouth Poppy Seed bread in mouth Tall man grey hair, voice of 18 year old Woman laughs, kind eyes “you ok” I answer, “you mean before or after I hit my head?” We both laugh Grey haired man sits in soft chair, reads IPad Check internet Shuffling papers from kind faced woman, stacking and sorting. A little “aint no time..” singing in the background, easy dance Whoosh of steamed milk Real bargain Sandwich In front, Concrete and Asphalt Paving truck, for what seems like permanent construction Serves like it That’s fine Once I saw what it was The sugar “Way it moves” Large with a half shot Thinking about dancing Salsa 123(4)567(8), got my dancing shoes in a bag, my skirt, Nolan stretched out my hips so I could move them on the dance floor, can’t wait. Whooosh eeeeee Car...

Title: I 94 Exit Sauk Center "Ochre writ with burnt sienna, Leaf falls Monarch returns, lives on its ashes Noble Sinclair's lines remain."