No One Expects the Spanish Inquisition
By Misky Braendeholm
But why do you feel safer in public?
He doesn’t answer.
He looks as fragile as chipped china,
and I want to rinse away life’s
last meal from his unmended finish.
Bring him up where the surface ripples.
I want him to see tomorrow because
I’m not sure that he will.
But why do you want to sit here
on this pigeon poop bench?
He looks at me, as if ready to reveal
some great secret, and then he
scratches his flourishing beard,
and laughs like there’s no tomorrow.
Photo prompt by Red Wolf Prompts, Prompt 424
Misky Braendeholm’s work is regularly published in monthly issues of Waterways Poetry in the Mainstream, Ten Penny Players, Light Journal, and Muse.