Tuesday Thumps Gently in These titles mean nothing.

Here we are
The last Tuesday of July.
We lap the days
Time is all we have
And it is plenty.

I read some poems
And a short story
I ate cottage cheese
And a sausage
Milk and coffee, ice.

I share the house
With cats, a dog, a son
All wander in and out
Seeking, finding, omitting
Whatever makes them selves.

Tomorrow, Wednesday
Still July I go to town
I take a hard to mail card
To the post office
I pick up my blood pressure
Prescription and I shop
For groceries.

Key lime pie in little boxes
More Pepsi in cans
Fruit, cottage cheese
Yogurt from the Aegean
Other stuff that catches
My eye and appetite.

I come home to here
This, poems and short stories,
Cats and dog and son
Warm endless, ending
Summer of the end
Of my life.

Coda

There was a storm midday
It took the light away
And made assurance insecure
Rain. perhaps some wind
No real harm, and a glorious
Welcome to the sun’s return.