Monday, April 20, 2009

Poem for the day

Not having the local newspaper (which we stopped getting because it wasn't worth the bother of recycling) allows the breakfasting mind to wander. Here's my poem for the day.

So much depends
upon

a New York
Times review

in black and
white

and read all
over

2 comments:

Michael Leddy said...

I like your poem a lot, Elaine.

By the way, what did you do with the plums?

Elaine Fine said...

They were delicious.