Please Wait
The box fan blows the last
of the salmon & oil smoke
out the front window.
The rice is still warming
in the cooker, sending up wisps
of steam like a papal signal.
The dishes are Tetrised onto
a plastic camp table
covered in blue-checked cloth.
In the living room that is
also the kitchen, a man hunches
over the keyboard.
Two robins play tag
on the front lawn; a single
bluebird alights on its box.
Soon there will be washing-up
to do, and then the long hours
until sleep.
(After 20 minutes on hold,
the music cuts out and
the call is disconnected.)
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27 April 2023
Charlottesville VA
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