Sunday, May 13, 2012

intermission

I had thirty minutes to kill so I wandered
through the mystery novels and how to books
until I found myself among the remainders

books on their last legs making one final
appeal to be something other than compost
words someone meant once upon a time

in between two volumes I cannot recall
I found last year’s Chinese horoscope and
bought it, hoping to find out what happened

Peace,
Milton

2 comments:

Karyn Wolstenholme said...

You're Brilliant. I hope you know that.

Mark Grace said...

I loved this, Milton. Thanks for putting it out there.