Each Day

Female

At age one in her bouncy chair

she likes a country breakfast:

    two eggs, scrambled

    bowl of Cheerios

    cup of yogurt.

The dog, hovering, gets half.

In the city chattering

gibberish in my backpack

she charms the man

who is in a good mood

so he repairs my typewriter

    on the spot, no waiting,

    for two six-packs of Bud.

He throws in a free ribbon, too.

"Don't tell Boss," he says, winking

at my daughter, who is as yet

too innocent

of her power.