is he
satisfied
with where he's landed.
i'm not so sure.
i see him,
in the morning. he waves,
coffee in hand.
his pretty wife
on the porch
blowing kisses.
the kids at the bus stop.
the dog in the window
barking.
his lawn cut,
his hedges trimmed.
i see him drive off.
but his face, once the smile
disappears,
in the soft light
of morning,
seems bland.
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