Locking up a U-Haul
He glances around the cul-de-sac
Admiring manicured lawns,
Reminiscent to bicycles on the curbside,
taking one last look at an old neighborhood.

About to hoist himself into the drivers seat
Out rings a voice and a frisbee scraping across the pavement
Three boys stand a few houses down
“Toss it back”
He holds the disc, brushing his fingers along the smooth plastic even to the ridges.

“Cmon man toss it back”
With a quick flick of the wrist the frisbee soars high & fast
He’s overwhelmed with joy
Whilst the kids scramble to catch it
“Ya know I got time to spare, wanna play jackpot“
Faces light up
And time passes

But alas he must go
He approaches the stop sign
taking one last look in the mirror
An old youth and a setting sun
How picturesque