Sunday, April 22, 2007

I Don't Know About You, It's Me!

Surely, you don't want to read another poem.
I don't want to write one. I want to mention ideas
that have mattered to me, or matter, but I wouldn't
know where to begin. I don't know why I'd want
to mention these ideas. It would be better
to make love to my wife or organize my desk. I could
tell you the story of my day, but it is less of a story than
it is a day. The sun was hot. It's still going on.