Saturday, June 22, 2013

night sun day moon

I had a morning.
Then I had an afternoon.
My evening is here in the middle of me
waiting for me to have it, too.
My daughter is off
to another graduation party.
I was invited but can't make my-
self attend. People will be there.

My house is not on stilts.

Many questions rise in dust motes.
The answers lie in shredded cheddar cheese.

I am a master of nothing.

Once, I sang a solo for an audition.
"Moon River."
Plaintive and weak.

It's time to plant the vacuum
in the third drawer down
where I keep my stash
of letters from old friends.

Vertile soil.

bye now.

1 comment:

  1. oh sugar, i recognize this place all too well. go on to that third drawer down (mine is a box - an official archive-whatever box). scoot. xo