the poetry reading

it looks easy but it's
hard being spontaneous
up here
performing is what it is
and i'm trying to get it
right like it was in
the beginning like it was
in the notebook when i
wrote it down when it called
down from the air and came down
and landed in my hair
or somewhere riding down ever street
to the grass roots cafe
and a double latte with
sweet cinnamon and a hint of raspberry
and a maroon
pen trying to capture it
was it ?? by the time
i turned the corner on
sunset i was so grateful
not to have slid under that
car on the slick pavement
and wheeled over closer to the
curb to intercept the cherabim
and a friend who were gossiping
there
i caught a clue
now i'm trying to tell it to 
you