I light a cigar
and pour a tumbler of scotch.
I take a seat
in the big
chair.
it's quiet. nice and quiet.
just a few
kids
outdoors
being kids.
I think about putting some
music on,
but i'd rather listen
to the children outdoors.
the woods are almost in bloom.
the yard
almost green
again.
there is so much bad news,
but
that's fine,
having lived long enough,
why worry.
this shall pass too.
I wait for the stars to appear,
then go out
to stare upwards. another
night
on earth is upon us.
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