it’s has been grey
all day as though
dawn never came
the early morning haze
of mind and matter
stayed the afternoon
rain fell like a curtain
the world played
like an empty theater
even though we
could see each other
today has been a
series of solo acts
or so it seems —
don’t believe it
by the time it gets
dark go into the night
go to dinner with
people you love
play the scene
where you remember
that you belong
and then come back
out for an encore.
Peace,
Milton
