Sunday, November 26, 2006

You're Right, Too Gloomy

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A world drawn in brown chalk,
The sun a low dull smudge.
Afternoon, the end of November.
Walking on the route, no cars
Snow tonight.

But later in the dark kitchen,
You watched me light the stove
You made a joke about it.
Your face was the moon,
Orange as August.

1978