i am driving home, back to work,
back to the kitchen, our new cafe,
on this late october early evening
with the day and the days getting
darker by degrees and i see a
tall white van backed up the drive
of a small house. its back doors
are open and on its side is painted
a large blue cross with the name
Provider Plus in white letters cut out
of the cross and of course i wonder
if someone has come home to die.
a brace of mallards cuts across my
route as i cross the river and they
follow it. i must stop at the grocery
for fruit as the commercial supplier's
have been so atrocious lately. the
parking lot is packed on this early
friday evening and i see the pinking
autumn sky reflected in the windows
of all the cars and trucks. it will
be dark by the time i get home.
What a lovely vignette, packed with all kinds of meaning.
Thank You, Mikels–not my usual style, so I’m glad you like it.
a little story of your day with information that gives thought of obstacles, life and curiosities. Nicely done JCC.
Something a little different for me, stylistically, but it kind of wrote itself while I was driving. Different things and words started happening and though they seemed unrelated, I felt they should all stay.
I’m glad you liked it.
beautifully momentous wherein nothing happened while it all happened: a stretch-mark in the belly of experience
“wherein nothing happened while it all happened”
Ain’t it always the way….
… nope; I agree