Coffee Shop Sessions

after Mary Oliver

How certain poems linger
in the echoes of yesterday.

How certain triggers replay
a certain phrase.

How hanging onto words
engulfs an empty room.

How walking through fields
begets velvet moonlit nights listening to you.

How spinning a record after dropping a needle
births a mountain of longing and sorrow.

Have you ever noticed
that no matter how many times

you block out the sights and sounds,
they sprout their way back to your tomorrows.