and type this
windows show the rocks and the leaves, bare trees
I hope you approve of what I put out

as I am in this formal living room of biographies
and mysteries, romance and poetry, tables and chairs, people
reading the newspaper

on laptops put down on the table tops and the greasy
haired boy, whose chubbiness isn't as cute as his youth shelves
the things that've been used and need

to be put back in order, and
where is my place in all of this? Giving you something to do
this rainy afternoon