Then the trouble begins. I can never think of anything
to make the characters do.
We are still sitting in the moonlight
while she finishes her cigarette.
Two people go by, talking in low voices.
A car door slams. Driving off ...
“I suppose we ought to go,”
I say.
And she says, “Not yet.”
Poet: Louis Simpson 1923–2012
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