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Rainy Thursday

Gonna start my tea, hang up my gi, read a little WC* ... no, that's not today's poem, just singin' on my way to my desk to say I saw a lady cardinal on the curb a few doors down; adding to the pleasure was pointing it out to a passerby, who mirrored my joy. And I ran into my old mailman Eddie on the Bowery. Once he was putting the mail in our boxes & I guess we must have been talking about our birthdays (we are exactly the same age within 2 weeks) & he said fervently, I love older women. He so clearly meant his wife—Eddie's not a subtle guy—that I was charmed forever. And went to class (rain abated enough to bike) & had lunch with Liz & it's Prose Pros* later & some work coming in & some good work sent off.

Maybe I don't need to cut off all my hair and/or move back to Sioux Falls after all.

* William Carlos (Williams)
* Basil King & Hettie Jones
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