jump to navigation

Sunday evening and things are at peace July 27, 2008

Posted by vsap in Poetry, Uncategorized.
trackback

Sunday evening, chicken roasting with potatoes

while the green beans are boiled and the salad shredded

and things are at peace.

Yesterday’s drama is a dream, a bad dream, at worst,

tomorrow’s drama can wait, it’s Sunday, time for dinner,

or supper, depending who you are and where.

It’s comfort food, comfort time, and, while the ball game

drones on into extra innings, the kids lose interest

or nap, wrapped around the dog, who couldn’t love this moment more.

Yes, end of July, and some of the leaves are breaking from the trees

as if the breeze was warning of the cold to come, even as the heat

rises above ninety, very strange, but it always happens.

If these stray leaves were computer geeks they’d be called “early adopters”,

way before their time with a prophecy easily discarded when the season

ponces on us, but we knew, we always do.

Sunday evening, chicken roasting with potatoes

while the green beans are boiled and the salad shredded

and things are at peace.

Advertisements

Comments»

No comments yet — be the first.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: