Wednesday, March 19, 2025

the low white sun

i see him sitting
in his driveway
next to his twenty-year-old
car.
his phone in hand,
a mixed
drink.
he's nursing his thoughts.
taking in
the low sun,
wondering
how he got here.
so far away from home,
nearly
alone,
except for a wife 
who doesn't love him
anymore,
and a dog
who rarely barks.

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