THE MORNING PAPER
Expensive silk pillows on long remembered couches
lightly caressing the memories from our minds
as if they were a party to the revelry of past
and not an observer without recall
It’s that room I find myself now
looking for something I’m not quite sure
But it’s in here…I think
Under something
I’ll sit and try to remember what was on my mind
only moments ago in the hall
before being lost as I saw those silk pillows
nicely faded and inviting a casual sit
Well they’ve won
I’m sitting and can’t remember why I’m here
Looking East and looking West reveals nice weather
But no recollection
Of the thought that now seems more important than before
Maybe I’ll come into the den again
possibly remember
But no, the pillows knew I was coming back
and I knew they knew
Square one or should I say pillow?
It was a…
Ahgh! A small…um readable thing…magazine?
No! A palawat…rhymes…yes…a pa…
Paper! Yes! By god a damn paper!
So where is it?
It’s not here
Maybe it’s in the kitchen
Let’s check that
Wow. Nice smell that is
Wonder what’s baking this morning
Looks like the timer is just about done
I’ll think I’ll just stay here with some coffee and wait
Hi. Whatcha doing?
Waiting for the stuff
Oh. It does smell good doesn’t it?
Yes. I can’t wait.
It has to cool, why don’t you go get the paper
The paper?
Braden Stephens July 9, 1992
