Apricot Jam

Apricot Jam

My day began with cheese toast and

Apricot jam

Sitting on the screen porch

Our porch for eighteen years

I warmed my throat with French-pressed

Coffee

It was the fourth or fifth or sixth day of

Rain rain like never before here

Cool like the cure for melancholy

The Times had a long magazine article on

Jung

That now a dozen hours later I grow eager to

Read to take to bed our bed

To read as I let you go

San Francisco

Let you go as the ambien lets go my
Brain 

As solitude merges with dream


Jack 9/20/09