And the boys visited this weekend, the tall one,
the one with red hair who broke a glass and said,
how many ways are you going to tell me to leave,
which meant you woke early for once.
The library with the paprika carpet
means artists would hold dances there,
grinding charcoal into it,
throwing confetti at it,
biting each others' ears.
Spring begins, lingers, which means
I see a beach at sun-up or mid-afternoon
like the beach where the seal was washed up
when we had graduated, like the beach
when we drove her to the ferry,
hung-over and bare-armed and left our shoes,
which meant, "Off and on, off and on,"
or something to that effect.
CDL
Monday, February 28, 2011
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