tonight, a quiet struggle to think thoughts together.

a slow curve along the park with the radio chattering

and the front lights running ahead, and then

some groceries, payment declined, apologies.

last night, a crowded brightness, everyone eating.

a dog’s soft settling upon my foot beneath the table.

the night before that, something else. something else.

in the morning, i rip blossoming chives from behind the fence.

they stand sharply fragrant in a vase for a day or two.

knowingly waving.  witnessing what comes.


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