Max Reif - Sunday After Brunch (a sonnet)

Exiting the glass-and-steel hotel
Where Mom had just regaled us with a brunch
As newlyweds, so we’d be toasted well,
I felt my <i>raincoat</i> whispering a hunch.

That stylish wrap between the world and me
Said <i>“Look out at this slate-grey, drizzly day.”</i>
So, fumbling for our borrowed Jaguar’s key,
I gazed out toward the park across the way.

Suddenly, for a moment then, time froze,
Soul bridging body, coat, car, buildings, rain
In absolute perfection and repose.
Then I walked on, and time began again.

I met you at the car, and you described
The selfsame vision <i>you</i> had just imbibed.

Max Reif

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