Sunday, December 26, 2010

August

we slept like hot dogs
and woke to our underpants
mopping up the kitchen sink
the neighbors peered in hard
stretching out the screen door
so we went jogging
to where we could read our coffees in peace
turned out our eyes wrote a check
that our dogs couldn’t bounce
but I decided we’d sort that out later
“After all”, I said, “it’s August,
and we’ve got all day”.

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