(untitled #16) Poem by bob barci

She sits at the kitchen table
cutting coupons for friends and relatives.
One for Maxwell House
makes her stand up and think -
‘Coffee would be nice.’
Driven by her taste buds,
she makes a full pot, just for herself.
While watching it brew, the phone rings.
One, two, three rings, then silence.
Shortly, the phone rings again.
“Hello, Husband.”, she answers.
She makes kissing noises and laughs.
But then, she sighs.
“He’ll be late again.”, she informs the hamster.
She pours some coffee and sips.
The coupons can wait until another day.
She pushed them aside and sighs again.
Sitting with her coffee, she wonders -
‘What will I do now? ’
She calls a pesty neighbor,
“Come on over. We’ll go for pizza.”
When Husband finally enters his home,
he finds his wife in bed,
pretending to be asleep.




Dedicated to Barbara Redling


She sits at the kitchen table
cutting coupons for friends and relatives.
One for Maxwell House
makes her stand up and think -
‘Coffee would be nice.’
Driven by her taste buds,
she makes a full pot, just for herself.
While watching it brew, the phone rings.
One, two, three rings, then silence.
Shortly, the phone rings again.
“Hello, Husband.”, she answers.
She makes kissing noises and laughs.
But then, she sighs.
“He’ll be late again.”, she informs the hamster.
She pours some coffee and sips.
The coupons can wait until another day.
She pushed them aside and sighs again.
Sitting with her coffee, she wonders -
‘What will I do now? ’
She calls a pesty neighbor,
“Come on over. We’ll go for pizza.”
When Husband finally enters his home,
he finds his wife in bed,
pretending to be asleep.




Dedicated to Barbara Redling