Home Business Poem by Raj Dronamraju

The lady who has a home business consisting of doing nails, massage, some hairdressing said
"I dreamed of my dead husband"
She has a son who wears pajamas all day and she still feeds him by hand

The hard cold stone floors of the lady's house make sound deceptive
And her oft repeated stories sound like weird Buddhist chants
Each slap of a foot on the hard cold stone floor brings to mind the gong of eternity

She locks her son in his room while she sees clients
And she tells them
"I dreamed of my dead husband"
And they dream of personal networks
Of connections, word of mouth legends, informal or formal home businesses