This was the great nuisance
of the Iliad, was it not,
as all these heroes saw
each other drain into the
sand. One was supposed to
remember whose son they
were, where the sun stood
at the time, who - can you
believe it - was responsible.
What is that romance reserved
for sleep, that sometimes can
seem not to pertain to waking?
Baby let's get out of this town, we're on fire!
ReplyDeleteI missed you. L