The view on Saturday at 9 a.m.
is what I only see when I’m away
from home each week and cottage-hosting them,
now grown so big that they prefer to play
on screen instead of holding cards. I say
I’ll read and neither sweetheart acts inclined,
but when I start to share a book’s display
and speak, they tend to pay a little mind.

(They’re young enough as yet to hug and kiss,
but note me not when I’m composing this.)