NaPoWriMo 4/21/09

I listen to Billy Collins
reading his poetry in my iPod
and it is the sonic version

of an old cardigan sweater
not the red and green one
with those strange looking reindeer

but rather the comfortable
sky blue one received
on your last anniversary

the warmth and comfort of his voice
as soothing as a late-night
cocktail by the fireplace

red brick with gray mortar
slightly intoxicating
and helping me see the world

just slightly askew

©2009-Art Belliveau