From Pulitzer Prize winning DELIGHTS and SHADOWS, "Mother," by Ted Kooser

Has yesterday gone, or is it dozing in the upstairs room, or combing the basement to find its place among my things.

The bully stomped in, loud-mouthed and tossing cherry bombs at the sky, their flash unmasking thunderheads...

I caught its movement out of the corner of my eye while overhauling an old poem in the middle of the night