Poem by Michael Price

2/8/09

Old habits return
to remind me death
will never go digital

As I stare out
a Sunday morning
the cat in the window

A guy walking by almost
stops because he has seen
me fall before--

Isn't it a return always?

A street in some small town
Some nagging question
The chance of snow--

The three kings of ignorance
Habit, Sloth, & television
all feel too familiar & inside

Everyone -- it's funny,

I stared down that guy walking by
to the point of awkwardness--
then wrote this poem

                          -Michael Price