Too Late Too Little But For A Banana

too late
(bugged & rugged)
& too little
to compose.

Moon long gone
its ring through
(fully foolish too)
the open window
I let it go.

I don’t have to be
anywhere but here
(not new and worn)
so to thee my love
on the icebox door

this note:
“Awoke & forgot
litter box, but
poppy seed cakes
& coffee

your awakening.
I’m on the porch
writing with a banana
so soft & mushy.”