These Days

 

Haha, here's me and Terry driving around

 downtown Detroit, helplessly lost.

 

Tery's brother called and begged for cigarettes,

and of course,

we drove downtown,

 at rush hour on a Tuesday evening...

 

We were trying to avoid the "lightrail" construction,

and ended up at the Ambassador Bridge.

 

Trying to get out of there,

merging with trucks...

 

Yikes!!!

 

Made it to the shelter...

delivered the cigarettes,

and there he goes.

 

He's headed back to his new reality.

He seems resigned to this new life.

He doesn't say much but makes small talk.

We are torn up inside... Is he?

 

We drive home in silence.

 

What are we supposed to do?........

 

The porch project sits in limbo,

much like our brains right now...

 

It's hard to be single-minded these days.