of course, it was near the giraffes.
I think better of sending a letter,
but I truly hope the woman of my dreams is well.
I read my book at the broken table,
peaking over every so often to check the ballgame.
The Yankees are winning,
and the young hero in my book is winning the third act.
I wonder how often I will dream of her
and if fictional heroes or professional athletes dream of former lovers.
I used to be a better writer;
maybe one day I will be good again.