Notebook: September 28

A couple of hours

before the sun comes up,

and here's a list

of the things around me:

coffee, second cup,

in a mug decorated with cacti

and the legend MI CASA ES SU CASA;

seven-year-old laptop,

for blogposts, social media, 

the flotsam and jetsam that passes

for the news of the day;

Wallace Stevens' Collected,

to re-read "Sunday Morning";

air conditioning

as it's a sultry night,

unpardonably so

for this close to October;

my friend Mary's book,

her clear and complex poems

of wild accuracy

and adventurous precision;

my reading glasses

parked where they should be,

the "cheaters"

(I really should fill the prescription

for the bifocals).

 

But what among these objects

of 3.36 am

will bring out the poet in me?

 

Who knows?

But I'll sit here and write

until I exhaust the coffee,

or maybe until morning comes

with its bombastic sun

and the noise of commuters

and the riot of birdsong.





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Written on 2017-09-28 at 10:19

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Bibek
Fantastic. You've encapsulated a precious moment.
2017-09-28


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Great vercelaiting! Bravo!
Ken
2017-09-28