When the rain's calming down
on a weekday afternoon
the stuff inside is a cushion
and the blasting attraction
of tasks outside and things
piling up
lets up.
The decisions we're making now
the slidings past and heads down
are what all have done more or less.
From the hours spent in line
to the dollars spent
just in cases
and all the things grinding us down
are just like a child picking up the phone
to father's old friend saying
no he doesn't live here anymore
and Mom covering her face back
in the kitchen corner
no he doesn't live here anymore.
