I Changed My Mind in My Sleep
I would like to make art
instead of making dinner.
I would like to have nicer kitchen
cabinets in my next abode.
I don’t mind winter when it is here
but wonder about that when it is not.
At 91, my father remembered his college
marching song which he cheerily
belted forth with great elan.
I pretended his “I’ll miss you”
was for me but I knew it was not.
I had not earned it.
I had not known how.
BK
2015
