The distant flaps of fire-
works. The trying not
to think. The jerks. The
claps of thunder down
the path. The taking of
a bath, in dark
Hoping—on a lark
The deepening air-mass aloft
pushing down
on shoulders, in tub.
Marking time, just
really phoning it in. The
eventual win: Not un-
expected. Not unwelcome.
The constant wind, the absent
eventual rain. The waiting there
the waiting there.
The waiting anywhere.
