she's making her weekend list

she was

a list

maker. i was a list ignorer.

i'd see

her at the table on a 

Saturday morning,

pen in hand,

the white sheet of paper

numbered

down the side

and her pondering

what to write.

good morning, i'd say,

heading

towards the kitchen

for coffee.

making a new list?

yes, she'd say.

but i'm stumped, can

you help me?

all i have right now is

rake leaves.

can you think of anything

else?

no, i tell her

then disappear into

the other room.