THE HAWK PORTICO 4:45pm

How pleasant that was

having Eliza bring out Her Laundry Basket

to fold Her Clothes beside Me

as We both sat on The Stoop

listless in The Afternoon Light

— no wind —

mild enough for bare feet or socks

while We imagined what kind

of House Wife She would be:

“Better than You,” She said

I said, “So rich You would have a maid”

“So rich I could micro-lend

to poor women in Saudi Arabia”