a wooden table and light refractions
yellow roses in a blue vase
how about a mug with a lighthouse printed on it's side
and sweet boys
and bright girls
five blankets piled high
but my fingertips touch cool.
like all those words in the scattered newspapers
and between the rubberbanded letters.
nevermind, let's talk about the neighbor.
did you hear about the time he tried blowing up that boulder?
yup, that one.
right there, just past the fence..with a goddamn stick of dynamite, no less.
well, this evening...
this evening, we will drink wine, play cards and laugh until our eyelids become too heavy,
we'll all fall asleep in our own beds.
|john reads the paper|
|an open road|
|greg chopping wood|
|cut potatoes on the counter|
|a fallen tree in the woods|
|my feet on a concrete slab|
|johnny in a hoodie|
north adams, massachusetts