"My mom forgot to put me a jacket"
Interrupts my thoughts of a poem about a poncho
Wrapping a girl in plaid
A me long past, my dream turning over in my head
as a possible place to discuss my aging
This is interrupted by "Mrs Puglisi, Mrs. Puglisi
May I play with the blocks?"
Which entails my pulling out the boxes
It is too cold to send these children out.