by Michael Ryan
Fragile, provisional, it comes unbidden
as evening: the children on the block
called in to dinner that for tonight
is plentiful, as if it had cost nothing
either in money or worry about money.
Then evening deepens and the street
turns silent. There may be disasters
idling in driveways, and countless distresses
sharpening, but all that matters
most that must be done is done.
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I hear that! There comes a time when you just have to say ‘screw my worries’ and let your mind and body rest. Modern people have such a challenge ballancing work, home chores, and R & R with the family. thx for sharing!