Poem by Doug Holder
Photo by Bill Perrault
I spoke to Pete today. I went to the Commander Hotel. I went to the Au Bon Pain. It rained today. It was a day like any other. Any other day could be today. Today was a day like yesterday---yesterday was a day,
like any day.
Now is the end of the day, like the end of any other day. Each day is like the other, the other like the other days. Each day has an end, much like the day before. The day before I spoke to Byron, he spoke to me, like today. This was like the other days, he spoke and I spoke,
like we did before.