the scope of the day

the scope of the day

 
train wrecks and earthquakes,
tragedies minor and great,
and my students take a test
tomorrow to prove their worth, and mine;

 
rain is coming, or so they say,
and the dog’s rash is flaring
but I hope not for long;

 
my eyes are heavy
with stewing and sleep;
a lone cricket chirps,
now a second one joins,
a different tone
while my cracked heart skitters a beat;

 
i fall gratefully into my sheets,
the evening’s conversation playing
pleasantly behind my eyes,
and pray for quick sleep,
which i almost always receive.

Overheard at a kiln: "The main teaching of all religions is, don't be a dick." You heard the man--comment away, but...you know...

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