like a song title
you can’t recall, like the name
of your first grade friend
Sleep eludes me
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like a song title
you can’t recall, like the name
of your first grade friend
Intense chemistry
onstage. In real life, silent,
eyes not quite meeting.
Night pushed back, a dark
blanket kicked aside as the
sun stays wide awake.
Late night TV a
wonderland of fast money
junkyard of trashed dreams.
Conversational
buzz a backdrop to clinking
spoons stirring white clouds.
Now she has time to
blow dry her hair while I rub
away sleep, then drive.
M came home and washed
all the dishes in the sink
trying to be nice.
Our longer springtime
walks knock him out. There he lies
fat happy fur child.
Dog is lagging yet
clear skies pale green leaves urge me
to linger longer.
Where river meets lake
we stand as Toronto gleams
across the waters.