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
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