truce

I need to walk down a sidewalk
somewhere
on a shady afternoon
find a table
outside a cafe
sit down
order a drink
and I want to sit there
with that drink
and I want
a fly to land
on that table.
then
in the background
I want to hear somebody
laugh.
then I want to see
a woman walk by
in a green dress.
then I want to see
a dog walk by
a fat dog
with short brown hair and
with
grinning eyes.
I want to die
sitting there.
I want to die
upright
my eyes still
open.
I want an airplane
to fly overhead.
I want a woman
to walk by
in a blue dress.
then I want
that same fat dog
with short brown hair and
grinning eyes
to come walking by
again.
that will be
enough
after all the
other
after everything
else.

Author
Charles Bukowski
Written
1983
Source
Original manuscript