Seems after she's finished
paying
a modicum
of attention—
to a humid afternoon's
worth of outdoor
fuss by her husband—
the protuberant-
haired woman
who mans the
discombobulated
counter—is now able to muster
just the drooping
kind
of workplace remark—that she,
for one, doesn't
really mind
the rain all that much—
having earned
the sober
privilege to
cogently observe—that lord knows
her plants!
could sure use it.