I've been spying on the drunks
(tonight I'm not one of them)
living room window.
I put the kettle on and
wait for it to sing
the slurred banter runs from the street
into my kitchen
I get out my favorite
the one she left behind
and squeeze half a lemons juice into
the hot Red Tea.
National Geographic is on the television
at 2:45 am. It's an hour long special on the Moose.
I have been sober (and sane) for 4 nights now,
while it seems
the Moose has for his entire life.
I sip the tea, I wait for rest.
I've been thinking of you,
Just so you know.