Sunday, March 1, 2009

poem of the day 03.01.09

toward the end of the week

i mention how quick but long this week has been
while we sit on the couch having the first
of the five drinks we will have tonight
you tell me yes that it feels that way
then we sit in silence again as the wind
moves plastic bags and soda cans down
bay ridge parkway, and the cats fight
until i tell you that the radio is broken again

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