Everyone is going to sleep, my parents who are dead,
Delilah, the Jack Russell terrier,
Joey, the cat of black and white. It is early evening.
(For my parents it will be a long night.)
Zeus is at the vet’s. Last night I didn’t sleep very well.
Again, some customer at work is giving me hell.
Sometimes you just can’t be liked. I did it this way for years
but legal semantics is going to overthrow me again.
It was a beautiful August day, the dying sun slanting in.
He was born in 1678. (Vivaldi is playing.)
Everyone is going to sleep. I can’t keep my eyes open, either.
But I’ll be staying.