the story so far

kettle whistles; hot air flies;
the work week ends without applause.
cashier waiting, fading smile;
wallet sits at home awhile.
ketchup stains, blotted mess;
naked sigh in burped distress.

rising sun, tender wind;
your face in laughing grin.
quiet moment, silent night
to play and read and cook and write.
stress and pressure are routine
resting lives in between:

a vengeful storm like brimstone pastor;
a sip of wine, a bark of laughter.