Make It Brief

We're gonna have to keep this short.
But maybe that's best for both of us,
a chance to put this moment's loot
out front, before it tucks into the rush
                                and tumble of the day.

So let's make it brief, 'cause the sun's
up, the child chatters with imaginary
playmates, and day's demands press
their faces to the pane, tap, eager for
                                their rounds of catch.

So whatcha got? Yeah, me neither.
But that's what we do, right? That's
our job – we make somethin' outta
nothin', and we call it good. How's
                                that for holy moly?