running out the door
past the hanging brown monkey
past the scattered toys.
tossing too-long curls
swift glance at the bronze wind chime
rush of fevered notes.
a pause, a pressed hand.
have a lovely weekend, do.
good-bye, my dear friend.
monday brings more work
champing at the writing bit,
pulling against reins.
appreciation.
a moment of shared silence
amidst noise and haste.
7 November 1997
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