If I could write my day

 If I could take two minutes

To tell you,

Tired eyes adjust to dark morning dawn

Pull the blinds apart

The sun behind granite-just barely

Choked down coffee

 10:00 am: The librarian read them a story of a rabbit

We didn’t go back soon

We ate sandwiches and sat on the courthouse lawn

The greenest part of town

The woman is there,

as always.

She’s walking in circles, her thin arms swinging beside her.

By evening I’m in slippers

 Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong singing

“Dream a Little Dream of Me”.

Goodnight my lovelies.

The day is done for a school worker.