Barely scraping by, I wonder what I will be able
to pull together today.
I hear screeches out my door. I hope that no more
will follow as the woman passes by
but she may continue
as she walks on this empty Sunday street.
I do not know if she will pass by my window sill
again this evening. I’m hoping hers was a one-way path.
There is little left to say, but I’ll continue anyway,
since I’ve got an urge to get to the end of the line
which I guess has happened.