Muriel #137 Poem by Ron Willis

Last Thursday morning
sleeping late
on the cover of a magazine
Muriel kissed a girl
just before
the sky fell from the sky,
who could imagine such a thing
(that a sky could fall
from the sky) ?

Vallejo
kisses girls
almost regularly
pen and ink
and though the sky sometimes falls
the two are rarely connected
and anyway
that's just a kind of nostalgia,
isn't it?

Ghosts
in the aisles
of the local market
searching for tea
and water best suited for kettles,
Muriel will wish for it
before the sun rises too high.