When Chicky suggested our new poem work off of her short dream that included a newspaper with the single headline "Forget" it seemed the thing to do. I started to save sudoku puzzles and crosswords, ideas for things to see, to eat, to do together and then I stopped. There were only twenty whole days to gather them, but that feeling, that someone is thinking of me right now is the stuff of the papers, the not so funny papers, and the short headlines that remind us what it's best we forget.
Soon I am hooded, then birdhoused, then teaching. Soon things will find order again and in that order, something good.