Just home from the funeral,
Angora in the air makes me sneeze
As I sip chai tea
And lust after the elusive mocha,
Thinking deep thoughts
About streets that are golden
And dancing then and now,
And when faith will be sight.
But for now I'm distracted
By two Chinese men yelling in the hallway,
Installing the shelves today.
Am I blocked in my room?
I escape with my coffee mug
(The angora is still escaping, too)
And in the hall run into the termite man.
He is as suprised as I am.
May the shelves stay and the termites be gone,
Leaving, with the shelves
The lovely scent of orange oil.