the fan upstairs sounds
like a helicopter getting close
sounds of a plane over head
vibrates the floor of this porch
where eye sit contemplating
the rest of the time left
lane must travel fast
to get in and out or linger
and make eye wonder
how and when
and when it’s done
eye hope he doesn’t want
to be a friend to the household
break another chair
and eye won’t charge
or pay any more
than happy to offer a hand
and it’s just a matter of time
and room to breathe proved
the lung capacity is not
fully diminished
the sounds outside
maybe confused crickets
sweat as it took until nine
to cool this September heat…
No comments:
Post a Comment