Silly Things
By A Kelty

Voices on the stairs, a dog barks, the maid sweeps, a bus horn sounds, a bird chirps and the city wakes up.
 My neighbor clangs bowls together as she slices fruit for her breakfast.
She needs passion, she told me, just once before she dies; she has never had passion, never that crazy in love feeling that makes you do silly things.
I invited her to do a silly thing but she can't today, she has her chiropractor session.
Not tomorrow she teaches.
Not the next day, the bus ride will exhaust her.
Not the next, her daughter is coming.
Not the next her allergies are acting up.
Her cold still lingers.
Her back hurts.
Voices on the patio, a car starts. The sun hits the edge of the patio and the birds chirp. A dog barks, bowls clank.

Text A Kelty  © 2013