My Last Monday in the Country (for a While) is Today
And what I want to do today
because it is the last Monday here for a while
when I can decide what can happen
besides this poem and a story that maybe
I'll finish maybe not and later a glass of vodka for
B.B.King's 94th birthday a walk to the post office next door
not for stamps but to hear this summer's postmistress
explain what happened over the weekend (not much
though her explanations always worth a walk) and maybe
then I will drive to the Buddhist monastery in South Cairo New York
unlikely place for Buddhists and monasteries
but here we are here we all are for now