Plethora of poetry, pinches of essay, dash of memoir.
Sunday, November 14, 2010
L'Air du Temps For One Shoot Sunday
Cover me with your sweet perfumes.
Out last this, another day of under.
I didn't mean to go under cover,
but the light isn't for me today.
The shine is for where I was,
down the street sipping wine
with you at the three legged
table in the open air
wishing for a favorable breeze.