I’m
imagining
you again
November
bound and
cursing
fog.
Fumbling -
two hundred and six
slacking bones
lazy TV eyed
& morning blurred.
Sleepwalking
onto winter.
Am I right?
It’s cold,
you know.

This entry was posted on Monday, November 6th, 2006 at 10:38 pm and is filed under Friendship.