three jobs

the neighbor has
three jobs now. i see her in her
grocery store smock
at night.
name tag in place.
she works over at the church
too, doing what
needs to be done.
in the mornings she goes
to her full time
job, wearing a dress
and shoes, her hair done.
she waves.
i wave.
sure is hot lately, she might
say, and i'll
reply, yup.
stay cool.
she's a busy woman, hardly
ever stopping to say
a word, or sit still on her
porch to stare and wonder
about
that big silver moon.