dead calm and a cloud strewn sky
the air outide is gray
the pup is doing the worm dance on the couch
and I am at the keyboard again
the coffee pot is empty
and the tailings still in my cup are pale warm
there is always you there
just there
on the perimeter
of all my knowings and my thinkings
I am bored thrilled by what my life has become
and in this I am happy