Tuesday, February 21, 2012


[Soup & music, past, present & future, all from LE Leone—enjoy!]


        She used to say, “Where do you see yourself five, ten years from now?”
        I used to say, “I don’t.”
        I never thought I would be dead, that wasn’t it. It was just all I could do to taste every single onion in the soup we were eating, just then, to see the colors on the coats blurring by outside the café’s rain-rivered window, to dance to each individual drop as it plonked our umbrella afterwards, walking away.
        Do I miss those times? Nah … It’s starting to cloud over and get cold. Everyone’s got a new coat now. And the call just came from the kitchen:
        Soup’s on!

L.E. Leone
© 2012


  1. I like this. The words are just right. There is potential in every moment.

  2. Hi Joyce: Thanks! So glad you liked L.E.'s poem, & yes, I agree--the words are just right.


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