Sunday, January 19, 2014

it can wait






What will 
a sixty-eight-year-old man do
with a four-year-old son
in a country 
more humid than
wherever  he's ever been?
See how he sits now
alone on the porch
sipping coffee
his young wife gone.
He must be thinking
of something 

or waiting.












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