tonight's poem will be written tomorrow
when the moon is lingering overhead and
her footsteps are crunching along icy lanes.
she will have counted each footstep and
noted every heartbeat.
even her nap will have been quantified.
tonight she is too tired having dissected
French verbs and idiomatic expressions
je suis ton petit papier,
I am your special one
even in neglecting to write today's poem
tonight, tomorrow will arrive after
the frozen moon has disappeared over the
I will awaken in the dark.