Until Everything Goes Dark
Sky perfect dull gray
intermittent spits of rain
not cold or warm
and just enough wind
to get inside a jacket
and I have nothing to do
and all the time in the world
to do it. A good day
to go home early
turn out all the lights
open the bottle
and look through the window
at the sky until everything
goes dark.
Just about a week ago, the weather was as described in the poem and and it made me feel as described in the poem. Instead of getting drunk, I wrote the poem.
Labels: drinking, National Poetry Month, poem, poetry
4 Comments:
We had a day like that this week, too.
Guess it was all over the East Coast.... Thanks for reading and for the comment, John!
Nice. I just want to be you in that poem. Sounds like a lovely day.
Thanks guys!
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