first thing this morning, first thing at 10:30
someone told me "i love you" and "that's good"
when i called him at the office where he works
someone offered me an apartment
a few doors down from his, so i'd be nearer
and throughout, the sun put on a stunning glow
and the bog lay still with the red leaves of winter
and i the poet, starting sentences with and
am warm inside my house, with a goldfish as company.