The cockolding weatherman

At 1 am

you come to bed

she asks for a weather report

you say you don’t care

it is raining and

that’s good enough for you

She gets up to take a pee

sits on the edge of your bed

listens as a soothing baritone voice

says possible severe storms and tornadoes

by 4 am

A weatherman’s promise to your wife

makes you nervous and keeps you awake all night

At dawn

in a steady rain

birds sing back and forth

you want to wake her and say

you believe a bird’s forecast

before some strange man

making promises to your wife

on the side of your bed

at 1 am

But long ago

you learned self-righteous whining

does not forecast marital bliss

you dose off to bird songs and

wake up to the smell

of coffee in the kitchen

4-20-20