Monday, January 17, 2011

Winter Sun First Love

If you could only see me
Cat jumping on cold linoleum in joy
You’d think I were a crazy schoolboy
Not an aging schoolteacher
Singing my schedule in falsetto
Smiling at the flashing sun

Waking to the winter sun
Is like laying eyes on your first love

Does it remind me I am alive?
Don’t be foolish
We never can forget that
People drink to blot out mere existence
More importantly
It reminds me I am living

I wait for the bus
Just like first love
Coffee and cheese croissant
In hand

And just like first love
I grow tired already
And wish for winter to be over

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