Is there some point to this? A clue
from a simple Beaujolais
in the evening or verse come
into my head over coffee. Short days
drawn into December
that seem a shame.
A feeling a move to the equator
is finally in order now that storms
gather stronger.
A wish might come true.

Oh, for you to be here

At my side so we could discuss again

The intricacies of lay and lie.

And you would smile

Because we’ve been over it before

But the paper would be brought

And diagram of thought again drawn.

It’s not poor memory, really. It just refuses to make sense.

So come back love. Show the intractable grammar of our ways.

January 31, 2017 Washington Ave