Today was her last
day on a job I said ‘don’t
quit’ two years ago.
Free at last
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Today was her last
day on a job I said ‘don’t
quit’ two years ago.
Some people like to
cook. Then there’s me who dreads that
thing called dinner hour.
The more I write the
more I lose my hold on words
that speak without me.
Wind chimes jangle in
the breeze. Nature’s alarm clock
saying, “Go to sleep.”
My fingers talk my
eyes listen my head makes it
up my heart hungers.
Commute through fiber
optic cable to a home
built by words not deeds
Lazy day, lazy
night. Dinner at seven with
turkey and plantains.
Cheeseburger joint with
singer grateful for applause.
Relaxed crowd, staff slow.
Wet bathing suits, striped
towels hang from porch rails like
vacation banners.
Kayak to Green Cay.
Snorkel among reefs. Head back,
sunburned and happy.