back when white t-shirts were only worn under work shirts,
she would squint across the alleyway
through the dawns rays from her third story window
to watch him, while she trimmed her new spider plants
sprouting from green water glasses with white painted daisies.
he struck a match on the cement stoop
to light a menthol cigarette.
smoke, sulfur, and essence of sandalwood
became her favorite morning aromas.
she counted each fold in his forehead
traced his frown lines
and in her mind through his pale blue collar
of his work shirt she massaged
the tension from his neck.
his name was stitched in red on
the right side of his chest. on pointed
elbows she teetered her head in her hands
only able to discern the letter “C”.
she named him, “cholly”
figured he liked banana puddin
so every thursday evening she
prepared it and widened her windows
to provide him salutations
that he never returned.
back when a man still looked at a woman with respect
he would wait until he heard
the squeaking of her opening window
before stealing a peek at her sun kissed cheeks
as she pulled back the canary colored curtains.
he struck a match on the cement stoop
to light a menthol cigarette.
inhaled deeply to see if he could catch
traces of bananas and vanilla wafers.
he purposely hid his joy upon
hearing the tickling of tiny scissors
against water glasses. becoming
jealous of the lotion she methodically
rubbed into her flawless skin.
he didn’t know her name so
one morning he thought to name her
candy for her sweetness, then grace
for her fluidity, finally settling on dawn.
he took the overtime on thursdays
because by the first day of autumn
he will have enough money to escort her
to that new café that overlooked a wildflower
garden by the waterfront.
back when a woman and a man took the time to get to know one another,
cholly waved to dawn on his way to work.
***originally published by Michele Mitchell
About the Creator
Majique MiMi
You can call me MiMi. I’m a Brain Aneurysm & Stroke Survivor & Former English Professor. I write to stay sane, and to keep gratitude in my Spirit & Praises in my mouth.
Check out my series starting with Hood Ornaments
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