Friday, July 3, 2009

Secret Agent Man

by Joyce Sutphen



You looked so good at the top of the stairs
that I wonder if you might consider

standing at the bus stop near Franklin
and 22nd at about 6:30 AM,

wearing a dark overcoat and a red
scarf, nodding (just slightly) when

I pass, and I wouldn't mind looking
Out my office window at about

10 AM and seeing you (so small I
couldn't be sure) waving from

the far corner of the parking lot,
and then, at lunch, you could be

the mysterious man sitting in the bar,
the one who never turns around until

I am almost out the door with friends
who would have no idea who you are,

and it would be wonderful to see you
disguised as a UPS man, coming in

at 3 PM with a large package
full of various useless things

and a note, telling me exactly
where I could find you later on tonight.

PS. Burn Notice marathon. Delicious.

4 comments:

  1. That guy from Burn Notice scares me. I think it's the eyes. ~shiver~

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  2. Love the poem, my sentiments exactly!

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Hey, thanks for your thoughts and your time:>)