Nineseventeenpm

nineseventeen PM a slow drip torments the kitchen the TV argues with the walls in another room that damn mosquito waits tuning its violin a distant odor of skunk sneaks under the door two crickets argue over the temperature worms sniff the cool damp air a commuter train hurries to make last call a lazy dog farts in hope the skunk is listening a kettle whistles soft slippers shuffle tea…..and toast call to the past come sit awhile John G. Lawless ©5/21/2018