August 15, 2011

the good life







We've lived like squatters
For a couple days
At her friends' house
While they are away on vacation
And the bed squeaks
And the blinds keep the afternoon
Looking as young
As 6 a.m.

"You need to stop talking
about money,"

She tells me.

"We don't have it...
We want it.
And someday,
With a little luck,
We'll have it.
But until we do,
We don't need to sit around
And talk about
How we still don't have it."

I smile,
And wrap my arm around her
In another couple's bed
As the rain and frost mix and slop
All over main street
And I debate this poem
Between each strand
Of auburn hair.


ryan torres (Lebanon, PA, 1987)

5 comments:

pittsburghkid52 said...

Very nice, Ryan. Keep writing -- Chuck

Anonymous said...

very nice ryan...proud of you...mom

koppe said...

WAY TO GO BRO. BIG UP!!!

Anonymous said...

Your time to shine Ryan! Congratulations... Jen

Anonymous said...

Great piece, well done Ryan!