I’ve had good intentions.
But I smelled Indian summer and
walked across campus to a bench and sat there:
looking at nothing in particular.
Then I went to a faculty meeting.
It made me phlegmatic.
I hadn’t planned on dinner afterward with a friend
but there you have it:
a plate of well-oiled linguine and
two and a half glasses of multepulchiano
with beaded bubbles winking at the brim,
and you know how distracting winking bubbles are.
How did today get to be tonight so quickly?
Was it that rainbow late this afternoon
when my heart leapt up and
all my days got so darned bound together,
each to each,
that I couldn’t think straight for trying?
But if I get up early tomorrow morning,
drive to the Starbuck out on Route 30 and
claim the comfortable, plum-colored chair in the corner,
you’ll be getting your papers back soon.