The rain has stopped.
The woman lays in her basement bedroom
lacking windows
and wonders if the day lacks sunshine.
She wants to know if
today promises to be
a better tomorrow than yesterday was.
She prays so

and I think I wrote this poem
little less than a month ago
but perhaps – perhaps! – there is a chance
that I am writing a better version today.

I hope I can compose a variant
that captures something more true
more fun
more harmonic
more goodly than before
and maybe no one would have noticed the similarity
before I lampshaded the matter
so good for me, right?

But back to the woman
in her pajamas downstairs.

You know, in retrospect,
her story was pretty well wrapped up already
but these asides are not doing her any favors
so maybe I’ll be back here in a month.