by Penelope Scambly Schott
Two boys racing bikes in tight circles
in the school parking lot.
The neighbor directly across the street
stepping into his shop.
My husband out in the yard mucking
with who-knows-what.
The dog fast asleep on the couch,
nose under one front foot.
Biden at his desk in the Oval Office
busily mending the past.
As if all our lives were now as simple
as what’s-for-dinner?
Penelope Scambly Schott is a past recipient of the Oregon Book Award for Poetry. Her newest book is On Dufur Hill, poems about the cycle of the year in a small wheat-growing town.
