As I was folding/
My children’s laundry, /
I came across/
a shiny
black
sheath. /
Turning it /
first one way,
and then/
the other, /
I wondered to myself, /
“How would my girls /
wear this?”
Then it occurred/
To me:/
It/
Was/
A/
Black/
Shiny/
Pillowcase.
When left to her own/
devices, she could truly/
make a masterpiece.
Traditions may be/
forgotten by her, but old/
St. Nick remembers.
“There’s no Recession/
in the alcohol business.”/
Does that bother you?
God is good always./
All the time, God is good. Why/
don’t I remember?
It took nearly two/
minutes watching the moon rise/
to remember her.
Maybe it’s not trains./
Maybe it’s just children and/
windows. They’ll always look.
It’s always awesome/
to be insulted by a /
woman you don’t know.
The wonder of a/
child looking out train’s windows/
helps me see clearly.
I am trying to/
suspend disbelief. Decades/
make it difficult.