What’s left of my day: <br /> the blather of lawn mowers, <br /> a momentary train, <br /> the mail carrier, her mace <br /> & scrap paper, <br /> Jehovah’s Witnesses, nothing <br /> I count on- <br />it is like I’ve been left <br /> behind, me sitting on a stump <br /> beside this house, <br /> only five cigarettes, <br /> & I’ve lost my keys- <br />it is almost night, <br /> there’s thunder in the drizzle- <br /> another train coming, <br /> carrying things somewhere, <br /> <br />what does it matter where it goes; <br />there’s nothing in those places- <br /> <br />dogs are barking, teaching me <br /> about distance, & you love, <br /> you aren’t coming home <br /> tonight.<br /><br />K.C. Clarke<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tomorrow-is-a-long-time/
