The Fly

After the art show the artists
headed to a nearby coffee shop.
The theories so important to the art world

meant nothing at all to Robinson.
A fly buzzed between Elaine and him,
between Willem and Robinson’s wife,

between a cup of coffee,
and the young waitress
who attracted his attention

with her attraction, hovered over Robinson
to refill his coffee, offered him cream
and sugar, his mind dragging

the street-sounds like a tail,
sidewalks and curbs sitting on the chair with him.
The weight of the world, wasted on Robinson.