Dismissed from jury duty after two mornings
sitting in a hot stuffy room with about a hundred
other reliable voters. No need for jurors this week.
Glorious September, afternoon temps hovering
around seventy degrees. The best time of the year to be alive.
And finally, finally, having been out of school since 1980,
there was no pit in the bottom of my stomach
as the school year swung into action.
(One of the benefits of being grown up. At last.)