Saturday Etude
Saturday Etude
A listless Saturday
Six etudes tumbling downward
Friday I ran with momentum in the blazing light
the sun flashing along the waterway
the day before the sky changed
forty days and forty nights I am warned
but Saturday is only a drizzle not a downpour
and I recline in a fog flat and gray
the skillet is not sizzling, the floor goes untouched, my bed is my office
while Glass’s piano moves me steadily downstairs
through a house I never owned
and at the bottom of the stairs I stand on the dark cherry wood and plush carpet
there is a man and a glass of red wine
while the rain plays on the windows outside
in reality the house is empty and I am left holding the glass
never having liked red wine and even in this reverie I stand alone
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