At least it’s 3. There won’t be too much more,
but right now I’ve got sound insanity
as 2 nice fellows work to sand each door.
At least it’s 3.

They’re both precise and skilled, and I can see
their workmanship is capable for sure.
But this place now’s too small for them and me.

I get my silent mornings – that’s before
they start restoring ever noisily.
Their stop at 5 will grant what I implore.
At least it’s 3.