The third unemployed morning

Cacophany of barking dogs
Has ripped me from a restless sleep;
The sun emerges from the east
And coaxes me to wakefulness.

A bus or truck is rumbling near;
It’s growing bright, a new day looms
With promise, light, and hope of—wait:
My husband got laid off last week.

Must find work.
Must find work.
Must find work.