Appreciation for the Middle of a Story

I met Laura on a Tuesday
in a large open space
full of sunlight

She was carrying a bag half-full
of newly purchased books
and talking to Dawn

They were talking about a city
about a boy, about a car
about a night – not long ago

I was watching the sun
pour in and wondering
if I could ever be a boy
they would talk about.

There was an accident,
Dawn said, and Laura just turned away
a bit. So we talked about Shakespeare
or Biology – or something completely irrelevant.

I forget what.