I suppose one is fortunate if
instead of worrying
he goes to sleep at night
considering weird agenda.


Last night after I hit the pillow
two thoughts dominated –
both in the context of
about a hundred years ago:


ONE: folks in the USA
were really getting into
owning flush toilets
and outhouses were diminishing.


TWO — women were about
to win the right to vote.


What really GOT me
about these two matters
is that my mother
who talked to me a lot
just before I lay me down to sleep
never mentioned
either one of these.


And I never thought to ask her]
when she was alive
when she could have told me much
about these things and never did.

I went to sleep, just wondering­-
about a hundred years ago.

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