An old lawn chair
woven green and white frayed plastic
rusted metal frame
comfortable enough as I wait
aware of my childhood hours
dissolving
beneath the flat light of an overcast sky.
I watch plump ants
go about their business
challenge myself to sit still
feet firm on black asphalt
driveway that father paved
shirtless and sweating
atop a steamroller.
Years from now
I will wait like this
on a Christmas Eve
alone in a car
as lightly falling snow
ticks against the windshield
while cold seeps in.
2023.09.05 – 2023.12.03
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