Late post tonight. I was at Meg's New Friend. Which is a great play written by my good friend Blair Singer showing in the west village at Manhattan Theater Source. Go see it if you are in the area.
Speaking of plays. Tomorrow night I am going to see THIS. Be jealous if you must.
Today's poem is very seasonal even though the weather is not. It's also tiny.
Snowball (12/4)
Ice on wool palms - pushing round
forming tightly - until the sting
Tossing into the expanse - the cotton sound of impact
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