Driving through town
on Friday
I saw into a kitchen
and a discussion

A man carrying a rake
beside his house
And someone sitting
on her porch

Then I noted that
we all do things at home,
talk, clean, fold.

You may not know
when you think of me
that yesterday
I raked the yard
that I mowed too short
and sorted the silverware
so that my wife
wouldn’t have to.

And that each of us has
things that we do quietly
and alone but in
some way, for some reason
we all live here
together, in this town.