Monday, March 14, 2005

1609

In a box painted red and marked “In”
He puts his mail and his gloves,
And she says, “Hunger is coming
To get us! Let’s go get a table.”
In the event, he’s equal to the suggestion
But he feels a spark of love
When she reaches in the closet
Up two shelves for her hat.
Better than the light that likes her eyes
Is what the stretched foot implies.