Mid-afternoon
Mid-afternoon and the world pauses;
sure nobody is looking, she loosens her girdle
and sighs: The afternoon breeze;
neither fresh nor cool, moves.
The birds doze; the dogs wash;
The old folks dream of morning,
creaking in wicker.
Mid-afternoon and the world pauses;
the cusp of pendulum between
late lunch and early dinner,
the air scented with soured coffee
and dried sandwich crumbs.
Too far along to [...]
