Saturday, October 29, 2016

52nd Letter: Birds of Mrs Álvarez

Birds of Mrs Álvarez --
sun strong through slats
of venetian blinds.

I get up later than usual:
eight o'clock finds me still
in pajamas, unshaven.

I recall Roethke's line
I'm odd and full of love --
I've got that first part down!

Begin the day's doings,
I urge my old slow self
but linger at the keyboard.

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