Monday, March 29, 2010

poem for Michael

it should be noted
how the sunlit (or
sometimes grey) mornings
around the table -waiting
for you to finish
making grits, others
drinking their coffee to
wake up, me probably
already drinking a beer-
are missed, when
I wake up alone
without a plan
for the day.

in our full
house you never
had to look for a partner
in crime, you just
had to wait for
one to wake
up or come home.

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