georgia, you’ve been on my


as i wait for spring

   and the pear blossoms

to bring relief to the headachey

    grayness of days

                         the phone never rings

no one calls anymore

               no mail —

                       no one sends flowers

  what’s wrong with the world?

                 no one ever likes the obvious


                       sneered at with slanted eyes

but there i go sliding into


      like so many suds

                               down the drain

georgia, you’ve been on

                            my mind