Read a poem by another poet written
on the same day:

that rooster just won't quit.
his lungs must be sore by now,
his beak tired from
the continuous emissions of sound.
a man can't even sleep in anymore.

In anticipation of the evening,
I will leave early today.
Cindy wants me to meet her friend,
   a writer.
perhaps we'll type beautifully together.

morning, mid August.
summer comes to a close
our guests have all left
and it just occurs to me that
we are only halfway through the year.