Wednesday, December 21, 2011

December Poem

A fistful of coffee will get you
to the F train in time for the meltdown
of three babies and their exasperated dads.
Funny how the air of December feels
like the air of June under the East River
I think about you. A mile in any direction
leads me to such great heights once
I'm above ground I feel spiced and surly.
What makes a cab curl around a body
all bright yellow and curried, bundled
against the hyper crawl of these winter days.
I feel better in the sunlight even without
the terms of my endearment, which are written
on slices of paper in the drawer next
to your bed. I would like nothing better
than to unfurl a note the size of a banner
over Union Square, something you could
see on your way to work, a red word on blue vinyl
carried by my breath to your delighted ear.

3 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

LOVE THIS POEM!!!!

8:21 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

"52" Beautiful!

11:40 AM  
Blogger caro said...

Happy winter solstice indeed!

4:08 PM  

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