You baked
your spice cake from scratch.
I add
water and a can of pumpkin to a box mix.
You
vacuumed your floors everyday.
I don’t.
You wore department
store dresses and high-heels.
I wear flowing
skirts and flip-flops.
My up-do
much messier than yours,
Yet we can
both appreciate
Drinking a
hot cup of coffee on a porch swing
Watching
the big trucks go by.
Or so I’ve
heard.
