Night Music: Don’t Stop Me NowNovember 14, 2022
Poem: RolledNovember 14, 2022
The woman with crow’s feet wrinkles
and smeared makeup
unfolded the billfold
removing the twenties and leaving the fives
— she had doubled her money and was willing
to leave him
cab fare home.
She waited a minute,
sharp ears listening to the spattering rain
and the flight of an early flock
flying north for the summer.
Slipping on the plastic green raincoat
she slipped out of the room,
leaving him undisturbed
in the empty barn
of his sex-sodden dreams.