Oh, I wish my arms
were long enough, strong enough
to bridge the distance.

Still pinching pennies
and stretching every dollar,
trying to survive.

How is the weather?
Did you catch the game last night?
Have you seen the news?

I wrote a woman
a poem about forgetting
my pants before work.

I adjust my seat,
refill my drink and popcorn,
and watch the drama.

Sometimes there are days
when the best you can manage
is more gray than good.