if you could read my mind

i gather the stack of bills

waiting

on the other desk, not this one,

the one in the other room.

you know the one.

stamps are found,

an ink pen not dry.

the envelopes, the check books,

business

and personal.

it's check writing time.

the sun is blue

between the trees, holding

on as you touch the phone

for music.

an old but beautiful song.

if you could read my mind.