there is this time
in my mornings here
when the sadness knocks to come in.
it shows up at the door
to see if I want it
but each day,
i turn it away.
not today. no thanks.
and it leaves. no questions asked.
there is nothing for me to feed it, so it flies away.
trick or treat elsewhere. find another friend.
it's nice for me not to feel sad.
[Northampton, circa 2002]