seasoned time

I wish I had a normal
life
and wish I didn’t
have
for in the odd things there is interest
like spice in the soup that I’d
just as
soon be drinking

on a Sunday night with MidAtlantic
cold outside
with frank
golden light inside
and
have these hours before Monday
though mostly to have them
on their own

honest love
flavored normally
eccentric
so consume
and in divine arrangement
mortally
so give

coda

and regarding Monday
could we not
unfrantically anticipate an enticement
in
the hours
leading to as well as when
the new ones tomorrow might
arrive

c l couch


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