Saturday, March 06, 2010

Meet Me After

What will you do, I wonder, when I am dead—
Will you expect to meet me After,
Like meeting for drinks after work
Or will there never be again a time
When we can be alone together
Dimly lit by verve and candles
And talking poems and English Lit in a quiet corner
Even while surrounded by celebrants of every kind,
Who talk about weather, booze, and games
In loud fluorescence-brightened rooms?


Current draft: 3/6/2010
Created on 3/1/2010 7:38 PM

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