Tagged: late

in the backyard at

time makes everyone

someone decided

someone decided
that fig trees should
provide two
crops each year,
marking
the beginning
and the beginning
of the end of
summer, lest anyone
returns home too
early or too late, no
one has to miss out
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: crops

january is

january is
making amends without making
amends, years later
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: amends

in the middle of

in the middle of
the night, i am recording
the sound of
rain hitting the
concrete alley
behind our home.
other sounds
wander in –
the fridge, a
cough, the memory
of your voice
saying it’s late
.
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home

one in eight children

one in eight children
are traumatized by
that early morning
realization of missing
the school bus. it
still sneaks into
our slumber, the
mechanical stop-
sign arm, that air
brake sigh, the
unmistakable
national school
bus chrome,
shrinking in
the distance
.
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you come in

you come in
late, and i pretend
to be one
of those girls
who peel
off, nice and
easy, leaving
no sticky
residue, no
need for extra
rubbing. i have
a jar of peanut
butter in one
hand, a cold
spoon in the
other, and enough
words to swallow
before the jig is up
.
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i don’t want to be

i don’t want to be
so obvious, but it’s too
late – i’ve come undone
.
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you are slightly late,

you are slightly late,
i am slightly early –
somewhere
on a floor just
above us, over
the hum of two
fluorescent bulbs,
someone is plotting
these data points
across multiple
axes
, sipping the last
of Tuesday’s
coffee, closing the
folder on why
we never meet –
the sudden draft
is mesmerizing
.
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