to downsize, the old man
tells
his wife.
why have this yard,
this house.
it's too much
now.
he stares at pool.
the trees,
the leaves on the ground.
the garden
full of weeds.
it's time,
he says.
the kids are grown,
we're old.
we're tired.
not yet, she says,
not yet,
one more season, just
one more
Christmas, please.
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