Confluence of Great Relevance

We were not ready for this recent spate of tears.
The buffet was stocked, an expanse of late styles
and the line grew clear: it it was loudly noted.
Six persimmons drawn in a row of out of fear
around the overpass: I know it’s not safe
to buy drugs from your car so far
so far from credit-friendly gas stations.
But I do love to see you, who garners day by
day the good of life. After the hurricane
on Monday, at what time will the courts re-open?
I wove a briar arch, and for twenty minutes I thought,
nay, I accepted fully that I would vomit
in my backpack while riding the bus to my first day of work.
I would describe myself as having read,
having sat patiently by with two fingers
held to your temple; so I am there when you awake.
But I can’t tell white girls apart.