She called me on the phone to tell me about children’s puzzles.
Connect the dots and word searches till dawn.
I called her back to convey the illustrations necessary for the book she planned to write.
The editor sent back my drawings with red pen marks in the margins.
A usual sight when seated next to me in the car with shaky wheels like my life here on the west coast.
No matter its criticism taken in my usual cool mannered stride.
See it through to next week and no matter with the rest.
She sits back down at the piano and I at the drawing table ours one in the same.
Bring it all right back home
In the pouring rain.