waiting on the ohter shoe

the coast is never
really clear.
there's always something
that can bite
you,
an insect, a rabid
fox,
that snake
crawling under the stoop.
there is always
something you can step
into.
a stove left
on. an iron that will
set your house ablaze.
is the door
locked?
burglars are in the trees.
someone's at the door
with
a deal on vinyl siding,
something up his sleeve.
what's this rash on my
arm.
when will the other
shoe drop?