now that's more like it...
i must say, the first 12 hours of 2006 have been astoundingly fabulous.
great company
much laughter
abundant food & drink
champagne
fireworks
first kiss of year from exactly the right person (and not at all who i expected either)
flannel sheets & down comforter
woke up giggling
got some bomb coffee in my cup
reading 2005 journals & painting
no foreseeable reason to get out of my jammies until tomorrow around 10am
old paperback, quit calling to me
from that bookstall on the Seine
i can barely hear you for the clamor of
tires on tired cobblestones sick of hurrying
and you with your yellow cover still winking
at me as i pass you by eternally in memory
sweater over my shoulders this time i won't be
denied the cool serenity of the cathedral,
no time for you that day, old paperback,
nor for the curled bookmark of a man who tended your stall
with kind eyes and gnarled patient hands and grey
tufts of hair waving from under the brim of his hat
as i hurried past in this one past moment on my way
to Notre Dame with a sweater to this time cover
my unholy shoulders--no pausing for you,
old paperback, and so your yellow cover still
calls me like cathedral bells three years later, your title
some pretty mystery i had no time to puzzle over, rushing
with my sweater toward the cold stone belly of a church
on an island in a river in a country far from home,
old paperback i'm sorry
sorry i passed you and your gnarled bookmark man
left you both on the banks of the Seine in August sunshine
for someone else's eyes to dive into so please
yellow paperback
quit calling to me
with your summer sounding promises
of a story i couldn't stop to read
hey, i have an idea... let's all have a wonderful, creative, eventful '06 full of much love and laughter. and, for them what needs it, a whole bunch of really good healthy sex. cheers all!
great company
much laughter
abundant food & drink
champagne
fireworks
first kiss of year from exactly the right person (and not at all who i expected either)
flannel sheets & down comforter
woke up giggling
got some bomb coffee in my cup
reading 2005 journals & painting
no foreseeable reason to get out of my jammies until tomorrow around 10am
old paperback, quit calling to me
from that bookstall on the Seine
i can barely hear you for the clamor of
tires on tired cobblestones sick of hurrying
and you with your yellow cover still winking
at me as i pass you by eternally in memory
sweater over my shoulders this time i won't be
denied the cool serenity of the cathedral,
no time for you that day, old paperback,
nor for the curled bookmark of a man who tended your stall
with kind eyes and gnarled patient hands and grey
tufts of hair waving from under the brim of his hat
as i hurried past in this one past moment on my way
to Notre Dame with a sweater to this time cover
my unholy shoulders--no pausing for you,
old paperback, and so your yellow cover still
calls me like cathedral bells three years later, your title
some pretty mystery i had no time to puzzle over, rushing
with my sweater toward the cold stone belly of a church
on an island in a river in a country far from home,
old paperback i'm sorry
sorry i passed you and your gnarled bookmark man
left you both on the banks of the Seine in August sunshine
for someone else's eyes to dive into so please
yellow paperback
quit calling to me
with your summer sounding promises
of a story i couldn't stop to read
hey, i have an idea... let's all have a wonderful, creative, eventful '06 full of much love and laughter. and, for them what needs it, a whole bunch of really good healthy sex. cheers all!
