Little Joys

Watch them dance in the
Meadow fields,
Among the golden wisps of wheat.
The breeze abuses the

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A Question for You

What do you think you’re doing?

What do you think you’re doing?

What do you think you’re doing?

What do you think you’re doing?

What do you think you’re doing?

What do you think you’re doing?

What do you think you’re doing?

What do you think you’re doing?

What do you think you’re doing?

What do you think you’re doing?

What do you think you’re doing?

The Window

“You wife’s passed away.”

The cigarette that’d been dangling from my lips finally takes that final leap, falling until it hits the stone walkway. My brown-eyed gaze travels with it, taking in the black ashes speckling the light tan of the sidewalk cement. I’d been on my way home from the school, my last class having just let out.

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