Theory
I know I won't get any writing
done when I step into the cafe
and Derrick waves me over,
especially after listening to Christine
go on about her girls' assuming guys
who dance well are also good in bed
a big wind bullies bright leaves
along deserted Sunday streets
I sip hot peach tea on this overcast
afternoon, and consider those – who,
right now – might be testing that theory.
- Alan King