Static on the television makes rain
on the roof
after the jerk and swaddle of morning
we peck at our notebooks
consider the ditch dug
up the middle of our lawn
$4000 gone       down the sidewalk
two krishnas swell in saffron robes
great horned owls sing in alley
are you awake too?
only the rich burn candles
not a question of greed but a system
like capitalism or the avant garde
or a child who wants to keep moving
I nurse, wait for sun, click refresh
I rub my daughter’s knee
both of us want to feel
bigger after I write this