12 JULY 01

 

 

 

SOUR

 

 

 

You took the moment

Quick love in the morning

Before the dash

Late to work

An act

That should have carried you

Through the day

With a satisfied smile

 

Twisted it

With too much

Thought

And recrimination

Ended up

With all frowns and gruff

As if without

You had gone forever

 

 

By

 

 

Calder Wolfe