i pull the blinds open,
and stretch.
it's raining, again.
the workers
are nowhere to be found.
so it's a pile
of dirt
for a sidewalk
for the whole weekend.
oh well.
the back door will have
to do.
coffee? i yell up the stairs.
but there's
no one there.
she's in Arizona
playing golf with friends.
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