Thursday, May 14, 2015

7:56 PM

The windows are open as I wait for him to come home.
The backyard is freshly cut. 
The breeze is wafting in fragrances of grills and melodies of ice cream trucks. 
My kitchen is clean and quiet. 
The kids are piddling around the house.
I can hear the baby scolding her brother about some perceived transgression.
Condensation drips down my cup of cinnamon iced tea.
Miles Davis is playing Stella by Starlight.
A bluebird stands out starkly against the verdant green grass as he hunts for supper.
Dogs bark through the fences.
Crowds faintly cheer at the ballpark across the way.
Pigeons coo on the gables next door. 
The sky melts blue into pink.
The curtains move gently against the piano.


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