Executive Decision Poem by gina prettybrowneyes

I pull into the gravel driveway,
the stones bright with summer heat,
Climb the cat-dusted white cement steps
to the shade of the porch,
Turn the doorknob to enter the house.
I see my teenage daughter and her friend
Sprawled on the living room carpet
in shorts and tanks.
The futile whirring of a window air conditioner
Blurs with the delirious mutterings
coming from the floor,
' Now would be the best time for ninjas to come crashing through the window.'
A glance at their half-closed eyes,
pinked and tan sticky skin
Strengthens my resolve.
We Are Going To The Pool.