while writing to you i wondered
if you heard the spring in the wall.
it popped last night, and you asked
me if i was dreaming when i told you.
i left you a note and stuck to the table
with tape so that cat's couldn't hide it.
it's to ask you for milk and one of those
enchilada meals in the yellow boxes.
Ooh... perfect little poem! The return to Domestic Bliss. (Not that you ever left!)
ReplyDeleteBy spring
ReplyDeletei don't suppose you mean
a coiled metal thing
for that would be odd
but ozy, what else could i mean?
ReplyDeletethe season? or the flow of fresh water?