watching the dog sniff the yard and
listening to the lawn sprinkler
attempt to bring back some of the green
that has gone out of the grass
long turned to brown,
I rest wearily after the week's events.
Glad for a few minutes peace.
Contemplating, but too tired,
to raise myself from this chair
to walk to the refrigerator for a beer.
The sunflower picked a few days past
wilting, like me, in it's vase
a few feet away.
My own personal eclipse
from the world's worries.
Peaceful moments
interrupted
by a naughty six-year-old
OMG.
Forget the brew.
Chocolate ice cream cone time.
August 2017
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