SUNDAY PAPERS

It was a tradition:

We�d get the Sunday Paper

with bagels and lox

- no cream cheese, though

(that�s disgusting�)

and we�d read

on the couch

on the floor

by the wall.

I�d have my OJ and everything bagel

and she�d have her raisin and coffee

and we�d have a quiet time

in the eye of our stormy weekend.

With too much time on our hands

we found a way

to while it well.

The tradition�s passed

that moment�s fled

as has the Park Slope apartment

and those careless calming days

and the girl.

She�s long gone

as you�re well aware

but

I wondered

if perhaps

you�d like to share your Times with me.

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