Thursday, August 20, 2015



He pilfers around for a while
and gets ready for things
as if I want to go have
dinner with him.  So
we walk downhill
to Burger King.

Right now I’m still fighting
this cold and I want to
go home.  Should I?

(But this is home,
isn’t it?)

Because tonight we
are going to a concert—
the symphony—
to hear something
called “Frankenstein.”