Sunday, September 18, 2011

Indulgence

In the winter of my life I long
for eternal summer
and resist
the necessity of business.
-Do webwork for Gill.
-Write a cheque for Phil...
So goes my list
And yet
I'd rather wipe the windowsills
Indulge in fictive imagination
Hang the laundry out to dry
While autumn's sun still holds
It's warming glow.

Wouldn't you?