He sits there in the darkened dawn,
Reading bits of Eliot and Yeats.
A light flashes. “Good morning,
Sweetheart” ends the awkward ritual.
7/31/2009
He sits there in the darkened dawn,
Reading bits of Eliot and Yeats.
A light flashes. “Good morning,
Sweetheart” ends the awkward ritual.
7/31/2009
Field of Vision 