Poem: She’ll Be Right!

When Dave decided he could fix the car, Susan got going in the kitchen. She made scones, she did the dishes, and wiped the

bench; she placed a teatowel in a basket filled it with the baking, a little cream and jam in the ramekins, with a spoon. Outside,

in the driveway, Dave grunting, and then cursing at the god he almost never believed in. It used to be …