Friday, September 17, 2010

The Morning Reading: "Hot cha!"

I love this man. William Carlos Williams.

Today is his birthday.

Late For Summer Weather

He has on
an old light grey Fedora
She a black beret

He a dirty sweater
She an old blue coat
that fits her tight

Grey flapping pants
Red skirt and
broken down black pumps

Fat Lost Ambling
nowhere through
the upper town they kick

their way through
heaps of
fallen maple leaves

still green-and
crisp as dollar bills
Nothing to do. Hot cha!



Lou said...

LOVE that WCW line turn between the fourth and fifth stanzas, and who could not die over "hot cha."

Robbi said...

Really! And the picture is wonderful too--WCW as Pan, in all his Jersey glory.

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