Mark Halliday

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Pathos of the Momentary Smile

 

Like nearly all women under fifty she would have deftly
avoided meeting the eyes of an unknown man –

but occasionally an exception happens by chance

and her unconscious skill at avoidance gets instantly

replaced by a human generosity which is either

inherently feminine or gender-trained, as you please;

she glanced at me exactly when I glanced at her

in the store at the mall and so she gave me

that momentary slight smile which implies

Though many men are dangerous, and I do not intend

to suggest the slightest likelihood that you and I will
meet or talk, much less make love and

much less together conceive a sweet helpless child,

still our eyes have just met and in this there is

an undeniable contact between your humanity and mine

and you are probably coping with some difficulties
of masculine humanity while I cope with those

of feminine humanity; and so I wish you well.


Her smile said this

but I did not smile back because –
because guys don’t do that – because

we are strong and separate and firm and without softness!

So then the next moment had come and we had walked apart

in our two differently inflected kinds of routine loneliness.

 

 

His Alley Metaphor

 

He wanted a figure for how his disease (which would kill him within a year)

seemed – he said it was as if

he’d been walking briskly along a busy sunny street
full of bananas and scooters and actors and sex
on his way to a lunch date with someone of quirky allure

when for no special reason he turned aside into an alley,

not even an alley but a shady ignominious passageway

that promptly grew more narrow and darker and then

still only a few feet from the bright fluttering street
he found that his life was now this grimy dark passageway

which was not a passageway to anything visible

as it seemed to end in dark concrete a little farther along

and his eyes filled with the nothing but stained and forgotten concrete

and I thought this was a good metaphor

more obvious than some metaphors but with justification
and I hoped my friend might get a little satisfaction
maybe from writing down his metaphor and maybe publishing it

though he seemed less “ambitious” than in recent years
and more interested simply in finding that a friend of his

could for a minute really get what he meant.

 

 

Maria's Mexican Food

 

At 8 p.m. on a Monday night in San Diego

Maria’s Mexican Food is already closing and I am the only customer

and they want me to leave soon but I will calmly finish

my enchiladas rojas, I don’t need to feel tense or silly,
why should I? It occurs to me now that in Philadelphia it is 11 p.m.

and I know there’s a guy in a Mexican restaurant near the Delaware River

in the same situation, the waitress is actually beginning
to mop the floor --

                             Listen my brother! Do not quail!

You are within your rights and you are not a pathetic cipher.

Go ahead and fork up those last bits of salsa and rice.
I see you there O my brother, you are not alone
in this darkening vale of closing restaurants;

for I in San Diego am with you in Philadelphia

defiant of space, defiant of our ostensibly drastic isolation!

Courage, far brother there near the chilly Delaware:

stand tall and leave a decent tip and slowly stroll forth.

 

Bio

Mark Halliday teaches at Ohio University. His fifth book of poems, Keep This Forever, was published in 2008 by Tupelo Press.