It's the quite of evening
as everything downshifts
to a slower beat.
No place to be.
Someplace to stay.
Birds and bees have gone wherever they go,
silently waiting for tomorrow to take flight
again...to my dogs delight.
His needs so simple,
mine so complex,
I fear they are unmeetable....
until I look in my husbands eyes
and that way he strips the wallpaper I've hung in disguise,
the way he rids the garden of weeds
I've planted as flowers.
He knows a rose from crabgrass,
so why this farce?
I keep thinking I can get away with it.
