Sunday, March 17, 2013
A Wicked Wind
blew all day
pushing the heat from our house,
spring weather no less bitter feeling than deep winter,
maybe it's the return of sunlight, begging us to come out,
the wicked wind pushing me back inside to do tedious tax paperwork.
it takes all day to assemble the stack the accountant still has to go through.
why not a flat tax?
Going through last year's box,
Traces of my mother, crossing over and leaving memories.
Then the tickets to see Levon.
thinking those two and Captain too would get along.