Thinking about the future

As sure as crickets in a summer's night,

As sure as girls leaning in for a picture.
As sure as a dusty farmer's truck.

As sure as sorrow in the world
As sure as lines on a grandpa's face As sure as third graders joy at terms end


As sure as greasy dishes evaporating all bubbles
As sure as dirty laundry piles grow
As sure as the continual need for shopping outlets and new suburbs

with two maples evenly spaced, crisp windowpane and a garage door that closes every night.

I don't want my garage door to close every night.