Wednesday, October 19, 2005

I think I had met my match--he was singing


And what she is waiting for: the autumn. A slight chill in the air. More hecticness/ in her days--they pass quickly./ And what she is waiting for: a sign telling her it's all right to go. She is waiting/ for the last one who has touched her to leave. And she is waiting/ for the snow.

--Monica Berlin