I could get used to anything, and
If weeks of tedium lie in store,
I don’t mind: as long as there’s a
Schedule; and inevitably I could dodge
Surprise, arrhythmia no longer psychologically
Jostling. I’m optimistic this disappointment
Will fade just as soon as I get situated –
Gimme a second and I’ll sit down with
You to enjoy them: all the sighs we
Settled for. And the broken doors stuck
Shut with disuse. At least they’re pretty
Doors with smart brass numbers. At
Least this new neighborhood’s
Predictable as a pop song. At least
There are some activities in store
If you go check the whiteboard