I must have been
eight or nine
and my old man said
wait out here
I won't be long
and he went up the steps
to the hospital.
I waited
in the evening air
and watched the night sky
stars and moon
wondering how far away
they were and how bright
the moon was.
Traffic passed
on the road
headlights
and street lights.
I waited
sensing the chill
and wondered
how mother was
and when she'd
be home again.
A man came out
and lit up a cigarette
and stared at the sky
exhaling clouds of smoke
which seemed to mingle
with the stars and moon.
He looked over at me
then away
looking at
the passing traffic
a long time
then he went inside
and the smoke lingered
and drifted away.
My old man came out
his collar up
but how mother was
he didn't say.
May 22, 2018
May 22, 2018 at 4:13 PM UTC
I must have been
eight or nine
and my old man said
wait out here
I won't be long
and he went up the steps
to the hospital.
I waited
in the evening air
and watched the night sky
stars and moon
wondering how far away
they were and how bright
the moon was.
Traffic passed
on the road
headlights
and street lights.
I waited
sensing the chill
and wondered
how mother was
and when she'd
be home again.
A man came out
and lit up a cigarette
and stared at the sky
exhaling clouds of smoke
which seemed to mingle
with the stars and moon.
He looked over at me
then away
looking at
the passing traffic
a long time
then he went inside
and the smoke lingered
and drifted away.
My old man came out
his collar up
but how mother was
he didn't say.
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