Playing the Indian Card

Tuesday, March 08, 2016


The roses from our dinner two nights ago
Begin to wilt.
I know nothing of cut flowers.
The peaches are blackening in spots.
And I have dined three times on leftovers.

Yesterday was overcast,
Today it rained.
Today it is raining.
I must go to the bank.

I phoned you last night
From a pay phone on Queen Street beside a Brazilian restaurant.
You seemed happy.
I seemed happy.

Why are you not here with me tonight?

-- Stephen K. Roney

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