SOLITUDE BLUES
by John Hildebilde
inevitably, for Niki
Quiet house—flying 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.