The empty cookie jar begs the question
Who ate the last ginger snap?
The mower in the yard begs the question
Who went to fill the gas can?
The sock on the stair begs the question
Where is its mate?
The unfurled toilet role begs the question
Again?
The battered mailbox begs the question
Of children or vandals?
The evidence in her dresser drawer begs the question
You don’t have an answer for.
The open notebook begs the question
That cant’ keep you from looking.
The late night call begs the question
Where does she sleep tonight?
The knock on the door begs the question
Good news or bad?
The endless worry begs the question
What’s it for?
The note by your coffee cup begs another question
Early Morning Poems 