the paper boy has yet
to throw
my newspaper
into the bushes, the milk
man
has yet to set
a bottle of cream
on the porch.
the local thieves
haven't
even jiggled the knob
of my door,
or gotten
into my car to rummage
through my things.
it's early.
the fox
are still in the trash
by the curb.
even the moon is still
up and at em.
No comments:
Post a Comment