Peanut Butter and Bananas

I eat peanut butter and bananas
as the kids come home from school.
A spoontip of butter
takes a small slice from the fruit
and the novel turns its pages by itself.

I welcome the geckos
that climb my wall
and wish them, “Bon appetite.”
A teapot boils the water
is done when I hear
the gurgle over the shuffling tunes.

The fan blows white noise
across the room
as the bicycle waits for tomorrow’s ride
and the dishes lay stacked in the sink.

Fresh lime makes everything better
and crickets give the beat to every night’s song.

This poem is dedicated to black tea, Campari and lime.

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