she’s inside
battling guilt and shame
from the sister
who keeps sending
reinforcements
and won’t look up
or unlock the door
for love to enter
to help with the fight
all my friend and I
can do is tap hard
on the window
our soft weapons raised
aimed directly at her
I can reach the top shelves of the two cabinets that hold wine and their glasses I’m able to clean and backwash the pool adjust its chemical balance feed and walk the dogs clean the pond’s filter net
you’re a Granny Smith I’m a McIntosh (touch of Irish) he’s a Golden Delicious she’s a Fuji didn’t we run young and silly through that orchard sampling everything found one or two that caught