How the wet sidewalk makes the lights warmer
The magic of everything we work for
Should always be enough
So much we can’t control
Even more than we can worry about
In one day

What causes the lack of comfort?
Is it just the fear of losing it
Or also some drive, either natural or unnatural
Societal or sexual
To spend so much time
In one day
Putting it in it’s place
Writing it down, scratching it out

Trying to deny the dread it drapes over
A pair of shoulders that
Slump or slam back
Depending on who’s watching…