Sunday, October 17, 2004


She said, "If I can find
two black butterflies,

then I can do this."
The three of us,

oh, we went glenwooding.
They spoke of red wings.
Sweet to be girlwatching

with a girl,
and aim darts in a bar,

and sweet to be walking them home
at 2:30 am,

and sweet this morning to sit
alone with a Mandarin Mint

and remember our night,
and as they sleep, to write.

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