Better weather yesterday

Cold and bright, with Daniels in the afternoon and a little Maisie breeze from the lows in the Park Slope region. Long walks talking of poetry and other subjects such as property value and value and potential moves weather more poetry. Brief mentions of elsewheres, some futures. Late afternoon listening and browsing of collections, some envying but in the good ways with Triscuits and black coffee and laps in the marmelade kitty. Some agents are blowhards. Some wishes agents weren't. Everybody seems to enjoy the wishes. Less talk of blowhards, some of boneheads, but much genuine friendliness and medical case histories intimate with traumas. But lightly, on the good dishes. Vicodin punctates the poet's best lines in the reclining under window late afternoon to just dusk. What a heating pad! What an aluminum ladder! The return train yellow and slightly less trashy with optimum seating time and just a brisk swipe of neighborhood to the heated apartment with the dishwasher quietly finishing up. Some noodles, some unfunny comedy. A toastier waiting for phone calls directions and some delicate maps. No sign off no saying goodbye some movies some wineglasses. Easy hours of couchandcat of honey talk. The bedtime! The lights off!