An old man
across from me
talks to the television
another old man answers.
These ancient strangers converse.
Television talker-to: arms crossed and righteous.
Answerer: open gestures; confectioner’s sugar attitude.
“My grand-daughter goes to university in the States. She
was having trouble parking her car on a hill. Her father went
down to give her some tire blocks, and she sent back a
picture. She’d put them in front of the tires. Apparently,
they don’t teach common sense in university.”
Barking laugh, baleful noise.
“I bet she learned quick, though. She won’t get that wrong
for long. And she’ll probably fix it with a smile on her
face.”
“No common sense at all.”
Saffron autumn sunlight through the plate glass window
limns the answerer.
2023.09.05 – 2023.12.03
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