i stir some more

i take the big spoon,

the wooden

one

from the drawer

and stir

what's in the bowl.

i look out the window

as i stir.

oh, they're home early,

i say to myself.

and

who's that?

with the suitcase,

never seen her before.

it's not his wife,

where's his wife?

very interesting, and

is that the mailman.

with his bag?

at this hour?

i look down into the bowl,

almost done,

i stir some more.