The Obvious

Oh, I have dreamed this streed a thousand ways--
yet some things must remain.
The inevitable sidewalks,
the constancy of that little cafe
by the hardware store,
the absence of any escaping cars
cement it in my mind
no matter the angle of its view,
the speed or meter of its recitation.

And then the obvious:
no matter the time or season
no matter the extrerior emotion
you are always there,
sitting cross-legged at the cafe table
with the disapproving look that tells me I am late
or else have not understood
the time of my coming.