Time slips by under the Chinaberry tree.
Everything seeks the shade
Under its canopy.
There is a piece of glass
Poking up through the dirt.
Put on your shoes right now before your feet get hurt.
Try to pick all the weeds. Never get everything.
The sprinkler clicks on at 8:00 right when the sun sinks down.
Then, when the coast is clear
All of the rats come out.
Safe in among the hay, perching in groups of four
Guarding their clutch of eggs. There used to be 2 more.
All of the noise is gone.
Even the highway sleeps.
Just one more day alive
Under the Chinaberry tree.