Nonchalant neighbor-
hood coffee
shop menu board—
lattes cost five dollars,
crescent rolls aren't even
listed—and you
squint and bite
your lip a bit and don't so much
hear it but
feel this strange hollow
bell tolling twelve noon twelve noon twelve
noon in the
pit of your
stomach or soul—and just for a little
distraction, you wish
you could
tell this
to Frank O'hara.
