Monday, May 21, 2007

My Pants on the Table

My favorite pair, at a time like this,

lie there with much thought put into it.

The rest, strewn around and about,

were accomplished by rote --

rather automatically, rare as these

come to pass, as passes -- made or given --

never visit as often as I would like

to like not even consciously, or so I say.

At least it was comfortable.

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