I bought a coffee
cup for a quarter
today,
with an old
automobile
and a
crack on the side-

and three, old,
weathered
books
about the way
someone else
sees life.

I found
five records.
Records with
hopeless
love songs,
and two wool skirts because
my love,
the  fall
is coming...

this is life-
this is the
best it gets,
I'm certain.

where I'm smiling in
a thrift
store and
the hope of
evolving
romance
fills me
to the
brim

It's a good thing I bought
a cup
because
my dear,
I'm spilling over.