The Coffee’s Hot.

August 19th, 2009

My plan is to write a poem
about the past and people who
are gone. I don’t want
them to be forgotten.

I am distracted by the television,
not able to resist the click that invites
the world into my room. Former
and future presidents come in

while I am still in my pajamas.
Even now, as I write Obama
is seducing me and earlier,
Hillary was here for coffee.

She said her hubby would go
wherever she would send him.
There are some who ask, where?
Well, that’s a different story.

After such a chat, it’s
difficult to start a poem
about a little girl who
grows up to an ordinary life.

September 30, 2007