Summer slipped out the back
Packed up the heat so fast
Didn’t even say goodbye
Just left sand in my shoes
Folded the bright short sleeves
Boxed up the ocean blue
Now every hanger’s heavy
With thicker
Darker hues
I hope we have a mild winter
Let the cold come soft
Come slow
I’m pulling on my long johns
Flannel on my shoulders
Watching one more season go
I hope we have a mild winter
Give me one more gentle day
I’ll walk that same old block
Then sit at my computer
Do a little work for God and stayTop of my long johns on
Flannel shirt buttoned high
Bottom half hugging my legs
As that gray rolls over the sky
Round and round the block
Same cracks in the same old street
Breath like a faded cloud
Keys waiting back on my seat
Quick bite at the kitchen counter
Crumbs on a chipped white plate
Living room light like a little altar
Cursor blinking
Asking me to wait
Screen glows on my tired face
Hands on the keys like I’m in prayer
Small quiet tasks in a quiet place
Believing someone’s with me there
