- by dawn it was over

the children play outside under the porch light where the insects collect

I'm trying to text on an old flip phone as the neighbor's dog takes a shit on my lawn

there aren't enough frogs or bats nearby to eat all of these evening mosquitoes

thirty-eight can be lonely when you've got too much to do but nothing else really going on

memories still care, they come around once in a while giving sweet forehead kisses

I remember pulling the window screen out and hoisting myself up into a room full of young comfort

by dawn it was over. I'll be turning fifty-three soon. the children are in their twenties

I find myself staring out the window more often now

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