Elizabeth Romero: End of the Day

Let’s say I’m someone.

Let’s say I’m empty as a pitcher,

Discordant as traffic, human as an alley cat,

Stiff-legged and torn-eared.

Let’s say you’re someone.

Let’s say you can turn the discord

To a tune I remember

And fill the pitcher.

Let’s have supper, you and I,

At a plain pine table

With muffled sounds through the door

Of working people climbing tenement stairs

The day over at last.

Copyright 2017 Elizabeth Romero