It's been a month since I've seen my wife and kids and I'm packing up for the trip home tonight. Back to blogging on Saturday, and meanwhile a sonnet I've posted a version of before:
Progress
Nearly two years without two weeks together.
Just every other weekend and the phone
And email, driving and the endless weather,
And you and the kids alone and I'm alone.
Thank God I've cultivated inner resources!
I keep myself so busy there's no time
For pitiful poems or whiskey-fueled discourses
On life's unfairness when one's passed one's prime —
Which I, of course, have not. I'm on a diet —
Not that I'm fat, though I could lose a few —
And I look pretty good, you won't deny it,
My hair and beard dyed red again for you.
I'll show you on the web cam — you can see,
And so will I, just what we like to see.
This version is in my homemade, handsewn chapbook, which you can buy for $3 by clicking on its picture in the upper right—or send me an email to ask about trades. BTW, it's three years now, and I don't think she'd like it if I did dye them.
7:06:00 PM 
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