Poetry Porch: Poetry


by John Hildebilde

                               inevitably, for Niki

Quiet houseflying solo for the moment.
Even the cats are lying low and hidden.
A twilight walk, a pint at the local pub,
a futile channel-surf. I could read,
even work. Or, more likely, just mope:
Ideal conditions, for that.

Copyright © 2007 by John Hildebidle.