it's a slow
day.
he needs a closet painted.
one closet.
why not. a hundred dollars.
groceries,
gas.
a sandwich and a drink.
it's work. I've made less,
I've made
a hell of a lot more.
but it's not about money
anymore.
it's about something else.
he needs help.
he's moving on. him and his wife
to a new house.
they're old and grey, beaten,
in remission of one thing or another.
it's their old house, the house
their children
grew up in.
the dogs, the horses. the pool.
the kitchen window,
they looked out.
it's not about a hundred dollars
anymore.
it's different now.
for them and me.
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