These Days
Poetry These are the doldrums years.It’s easy to feel stranded here. Drifting in circular currentsToo tired, lazy, too stillTo move betweenPorts on the placid waters.Wistfully waiting for storms to weather.You come to live for the dramaWhen you’ve been alone too long. I remember the departure.We thought going international would beAll jet-set allure and dirty weekenders.Horn-rimmed …