Morning Glory
thinking about the disgusting weather and how maybe, if I'm lucky, it will be summer again soon. (to o&s)
someday, dear friend, I will be done putting nametags in boxes, boxes in bags bags in cars the cars will go to buildings, buildings, elevators doors to office suites out of bags out of boxes nametags in cubicles on desks, next to coffee mugs brown stains, yellowing rings wood-plastic tabletops and someday, dear friend, I will be done filing papers a corner-office will send out an email new floors, bright-white-metal desks modern-art-shapeless resin bookshelves anything old must go to anyone with a trunk the summer city haze will try to pull you down in old city houses heavy wooden walls blue moons and sunbaked cobblestone patios brand-new-old bookshelves and car air-conditioners and fireworks on the bridge someday, dear friend, I will be done feeling the fear of admitting it. we are growing up. don't cry, it isn't all bad we're rid of squeaky-wheel friends tears on the boulevard the basement scene don't cry, it can only be better there will be more golden light yet monday night bar crawl grocery store chocolate and stray cats eating friskies out of hubcaps someday, dear friend, I will be done putting nametags in boxes boxes in bags bags in cars summer comes again, don't you understand? we are growing up, but even so, summer comes again.