Not many who can stand it ever return
To tell the rest of us to buck up
And quit being such a bunch of pussies
Whatever may come. Is it wicked
To gaze at cattails in bloom
In that lascivious profusion down the road?
Don’t answer that. Tell me you love me
But this time try to mean it.
The pyramids and the Alps
Will duke it out to woo you back.
The soda pop in the fridge is stale
Someone ate all the cookies
The house elf is not going to do the dishes
What more can we accomplish?
Some strangeness in the morning
And early afternoon
Lying around the house.