99poems/berries

Women, brown as berries –
what berries are
brown, I do not
know –
the ones who come
easily to summer,
relax over
travel books,
having more fun
in life, I believe
than I am.
I want to tell the
woman in short
overalls of a clipping
I have saved about
the place she is going.
But I know better,
if only because
I am having
a bad day.

6/30/00