inside we are with windows shut,
smoke swirls out from the chimney
dogs in the backyard howl,
those left lurking around outside
are in the sights of our shotguns,
we move in draconian fashion
with our bootheels hitting the
ground harder than our thoughts,
it is the perimeter we are set
to protect as the might beckons
those hiding in the shadows...
pots and pans on the stove cook
pewter plates and cups used,
wooden spoons easy to clean
feed ourselves fastidiously,
moments and minutes pass
quickly by, faster than it had
been anticipated and the bells
strike twenty-one in succession,
we sleep with one eye shut
using the other one to guard,
we trade positions so the mattress
wears evenly and can be used
for several lifetimes more...
daylight kills our anxieties
we go about our business until
the sun announces it decline
and we move inside to hide.
November 24, 2023
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