Our first rainy day this fall,
I’ll make soup.
Not the first pot of the season,
the second.
But I’ll make the same kind,
red lentil.
I don’t make that many kinds
of soup, or anything else
for that matter.
I’m happy to justify staying in,
though I have to return the movies.
One of them unwatched,
you point out probably the better one.
The one I picked.
Rainy day, don’t know where
I’m going, especially with this.