I see, upon arrival, that the table
is still moist, not really wet,
from the nighttime sweats
that it received;
I wonder which book to set down
on the bottom:
the Buk book is bigger,
and I know that he has been
wet before, moist even --
but then so has Billy Collins --
I decide to keep them both
and put the Where book
as the foundation
for my little corner of writing;
just a few more lines
that probably won't matter much,
as sirens echo on the highway;
but when you read this,
you'll know that I was thinking
of you.

May 17, 2009.

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