Pass the Mustard, Please

Edging; Nudging; Somewhere close to you-
Can you feel the heat from my intentions?
Good? Bad? Who knows?
The cat seemed happy enough-
Figure eights; In. Out. It’s all about the comfort-
Zoning; Honing, in on me. You. Them. Us.
Stretching; Making the day appear natural; Don’t
upset the children!
Hug them for the very last time, just don’t
tell them so-
Hear the rumble? See the dust- Flying through the
air with might and must- Monster dreams coming
true at last!
Grab those sunglasses; Don’t miss the final moment!
Wear your pretty hat to this memorable occasion-
Independence Day; Hear the blasts? Scud or Dud?
Oh look Mommy at all the lights in the darkened skies!
Ever ask yourself, Why?  Are they really lies? Who knows!
Who cares? Will it matter in the end? Ask anyway;
Will our skies return to fair- Fair to partly cloudy? Or
was it just a notice? Eviction or Friction?
Hand me the hotdog buns; Mustard please;
Put the cat out; Close the door; Pull the drapes;
It won’t matter anyway-
Say? Say man? Have you any clay? Maybe we can
create our own perfect day- World- Way-

© Lisa Hilbers