Theo

Sometimes there is no recourse for him but to stub the dirt harshly (but not meanly)
when there is nothing else to say, when he looses
the thread
of what is said. And
even though he loves the talkers, the curve of their face and
the sweetness of their thoughts
he can't seem to make his own

heart
known.

And not until there is unexpected jazz during a cafe visit
does he think perhaps it doesn't matter as much.