there's no one home

i forget that it's a holiday.

President's Day,

and go to the bank, the drive-

thru,

to make a deposit

and pour some change

into the machine

inside.

but it's closed.

i put my face up to the glass.

looking about, but

no one is home.

no teller

at the counter,

no serious man at his desk.

there's a certain sadness

with no one there

to answer the door

and let you in. i've lived

in places like this.