caught off-guard by a small woman who tidies an all ready spotless home.

She didn't come Monday. She said it was too hard to travel,
what with the demonstrations near her home.
She wasn't expected Tuesday.
When I got home, nothing was where I expected to find it
But I didn't know what to look for, anyway.
I found a button, some old pictures, and a T-shirt that I didn't realize doesn't belong to me until after I put it on.

I don't owe anyone money, I'm pretty good about that,
but I sure owe a lot of time.
Time I spent wasting other people's.
I owe myself a poem.
A poem that actually wants to be written.

and that's more than enough said.