Too much grey,
walls, floor—
would I be happier
if the room had more colors?
I’d like us all to be content

Black Converse
run through the room and outside
silver eyelets
sparkle—
Mike’s back!

Pine trees out the window
don’t move
yes they do
they grew 60 feet

I waited

Craig Cotter was born in 1960 in New York and has lived in California since 1986. His poems have appeared in California Quarterly, Chiron Review, Columbia Poetry Review, Court Green, The Gay & Lesbian Review, Great Lakes Review, Hawai’i Review, & Tampa Review. His fourth book of poems, After Lunch with Frank O’Hara, is currently available on Amazon. www.craigcotter.com