An interregnum's come, a welcome one. The heat wave's broken,
And the rain which put it out also has passed. The kids, at last, are
In their homes. The wife has gone, and the obnoxious niece has
Not yet made it home. I hear the birds, the distant churning of my
Neighbor's cooling units. Almost no one's on the road, and no
One's crying, no one babbles in this lovely, short-lived realm.
The niece will burst in, stupid, whining. My wife will return at last.
I force myself to contemplate, instead, this evanescent time.
Let the future be unpleasant. For now, things are fine.