The East Village

Vincent Katz

A Life Worth Living 

I never had a chance to read that book: am I dead? 
Can the dead remember the dead? 
Sun beats down on the paper 
The sweater, the jacket, shadows cross the road 
Days that change their weather, like clothes 
How do you define that blue, seen through trees? 
The dog is your loyal companion on the sunny shadow-crossed road 
Those are good honest bugs 
We have to live down the other side now 
Your tea was beginning to suffer the opposite of meltdown 
I guess you fit under romance 
Then we all got in bed and watched a basketball game 
That seems a fair price he's got my car key 
Dormant fields peppered by geese