tired to the bone,
the Pawlonia and honey locust
give me hope,
glowing in the setting sun.
do the other drivers see
the majesty of this moment,
I’m feeling alone.
All of the other old feelings come back.
I ask again why it has come to this,
why I am now struggling financially,
why my children aren’t with me daily,
why he gets to strut around town
with a new woman
(in her sexy dresses and high heels)
while I’m at home alone
worrying about money.
Maybe this will all look different tomorrow.
I hope so.