Senior Housing - NaPoWriMo # 5

Senior Housing

Time is bored

with half of the almanac

—it rains, it always rains—

a remnant of sanity stored

in the second to last suburb

where I do my jogging.

The other half of the days

in the almanac are drowsy

sleepy days where solemn statues

come down from their pedestals

to play canasta.