Sunday, April 20, 2008

1958.

He wrote an epic poem of eleven stanzas.

1 comment:

ed said...

as they bowed in unison,
sam woke up.

the scent of bacon wafted
into the bedroom.

a red wicker tray
sat on the nightstand.

a martini sat
on the tray.

an olive sat at the bottom
of the martini glass.

a note sat beneath the
martini glass.