The Partial Explanation Poem by Charles Simic
The Partial Explanation
Seems like a long time
Since the waiter took my order.
Grimy little luncheonette,
The snow falling outside.
Seems like it has grown darker
Since I last heard the kitchen door
Behind my back
Since I last noticed
Anyone pass on the street.
A glass of ice-water
Keeps me company
At this table I chose myself
Upon entering.
And a longing,
Incredible longing
To eavesdrop
On the conversation
Of cooks.
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4/20/2024 10:23:40 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A cryptic poem about loneliness and social isolation. It has the stripped beauty of a WCW poem, but with a slightly more surreal twist.