Good luck (for Monday)

There's a poise
A cautious tremor
(focus)
Hovering in the voice next to me

On the phone
He sets up a business appointment
Except when he hangs up the conversation
I realise he's just asked somebody out
On a date
(is this assertive)
Say, on Monday?

Courage then, amidst disquiet;
Wearing a scarf and cuboid
Black woolen coat in a heat wave
Says something
About blind properness as habit
Perhaps unthinkingly a launch against misfortune:
Defended

Nobody that young
Carries around their possessions
In an M&S bag
Held with perpendicular intent at the side
I guess (or hope) his books
Are in size order
To protect the longevity of both
- because it's just good sense

While I'm lazy as a window sill with a book of stairs, a pillow
There he strides away;
From a mission accomplished
By minutes

Maybe his back doesn't ever
Move with his arms as he walks
Or maybe he just wears good shoes