Sitting in the courtyard outside a Starbucks
watching two young Christian’s break up
while Sammy Davis Jr. sings
“That’s Life” over the loud speaker,
is awkward and magical.
He pulls the bible out for support.
Oh, she’s breaking up with him.
He thumbs through it and reads a passage.
She nods and sheds more tears,
keeps her arms folded for security
and the world keeps spinning around.
They speak for a while longer
he’s upset and stoic.
They walk to the parking lot side by side,
not holding hands, then hug and separate.
I watch her get into a red Volkswagen
It slowly creeps to the exit.
Her sullen face checks the race
for anything oncoming.
Then enters the traffic and drives away.