Ode to William Carlos Williams (1997)

I couldn't escape
the mexican food
from the refrigerator
and I ate
and thought of you
fingering my forks
playing with my spoons
and I could smell you
as your scent danced on my shirt
and spewed forth from my breath
and I could taste you
in the directionless direction of our days
of idle play
and simply being
for the evening
as the sun is setting
and the rain is making love
to the streets of man
I thought of you.