it’s a hot one,
a little too sweaty
for an April afternoon
make it a no-socks
sort of day —
hell if I could,
it would be a no-clothes
sort of day…
a book to keep
the mind distracted
short stories from
an author who died
far too soon…
it’s sad to know
after this collection is done,
I’ll have read just about all the fiction
he had written
before exiting this earth…
handful of peanut M&Ms
gives me something to chew
between each page…
ice in a cup,
sparkling water on top,
watermelon fizzy stuff,
and I pause now and then
to close my eyes
and think of my beautiful one —
us, holding hands
on a day as warm as this,
on a beach somewhere
watching people roam,
folks who don’t walk with
the frenetic pace
of New Yorkers
who constantly seem
like they only have
twenty minutes left
to live
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