Blue Angel 1

By G. Murray Thomas

Two days early
we exchange gag Valentine’s toys
and horror stories of car trouble
lousy jobs
and leaky roofs.
Sipping cheap chardonnay
we discuss the absurdity
of holidays,the impossibility of assigned emotions:
on this day you will be happy,
thankful,
in love.
When I prepare to leave
your kiss tells me
I should stay.But I have appointments waiting
and the rain tells me
I may already be late.So I drive away
with only the taste
of pink candy
on my tongue.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s