poetry competition

Well, all I've really done today is peace vigil and wrote a letter.  I suppose I also sent a few emails and txts and fed myself too.  It's ok.

Got a package--a book I really wanna read and a black shirt.  UPS rings our doorbell and leaves packages under a chair.  Our doorbell is a silly saxophone song.  Who chose that?

Maybe I'll nap.  Or maybe I'll drink some of yesterday's coffee and hit the books?

Last night I read A "At the Fishhouses" by Elizabeth Bishop.  He liked it.  Night before last was her "The Moose."  Maybe he liked that better.