The morning air still smells so clean and cool
from yesterday’s downpour when I had come,
a skin-soaked, drenched dress-shirt and khakis fool,
waterlogged walker arriving at home.
from yesterday’s downpour when I had come,
a skin-soaked, drenched dress-shirt and khakis fool,
waterlogged walker arriving at home.
I peeled off sodden clothes like shedding skin
Pulling off soaked socks and wet shirt and tie
‘til wearing only what I was born in
I chose sweatclothes which were thick, warm and dry.
Pulling off soaked socks and wet shirt and tie
‘til wearing only what I was born in
I chose sweatclothes which were thick, warm and dry.
But the morning air, exhorting my nose
speaks of obligations that are unmet
that will not allow these comfortable clothes
and further require I rise from my bed
speaks of obligations that are unmet
that will not allow these comfortable clothes
and further require I rise from my bed
And go out to walk in that world once more
that tried to drown me just the day before.
that tried to drown me just the day before.
9/11/2007
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