the kid, the lady, the people

It is rushed and ragged and hot enough to sweat for those who dress against better sense.

But the blue. That navy.
And the privilege to be a driver.
I just had to accept a thing.
Sometimes it takes me a minute or two.

He's leaving.
But it's not.
We can still talk.
I'll know more about where he will be than I already do.


We sit on the second level and look down over a town and an old hardware store. She cries twice but we also talk about the kids and our opinions and how grateful dot, dot, dot we are for this,
these.



Today I am grateful for the kid, the lady, the people.