Green Tomatoes with hope

I wake to find Strange Jane warming Terri’s toes,
And even Gordon sending warm breath into her ear.
Jaxi is board but content on her scent on the carpet;
And out of window Tommy’s car tells me he is OK.

When did Mary last live in her room?
And how did all the dust cover the pictures that were taken only yesterday?
I am so glad that I never painted that wall in the garage.
Terri buys green tomatoes with hope.

Discarded calendar pages in piles on the floor;
Boxes of crap lay waiting,
The silence of the telephone,
And longing for a new old place to go

But this is only January and that is something.