I saw a girl at China Joe’s
facing no one
but her own reflection
Before her lay
the newly bought
the barely opened
paperback edition
Before her lay
the newly bought
the barely opened
notebook
Did she write to comment?
I guess she sat
to bring the spirits in
Her glass untouched
and stilled in motion
she conjured
with pencil
a reincarnation
I did not break her spell
her premonition
I did not seize the book
I know so well
how endings lie
