Sunday at Sals

When I went to lunch today
in the magic store, art
just beat me up,
leaving me half blind,
my chin on the table.
.
My tears, with a blink,
could wash away the fibers
covering my eyes.
Outside, I saw a tower of bubbles
touching the tree tops.
.
The woman in the table
across the aisle looked
so dark and rough
and I wanted to tell her
that she had the oddest laugh,
like the touch of a million
tiny fingers. She waved at me,
and came from the same earth.