children’s high voices
falling leaves
nearby a couple argues
again
an emptiness opens
at my feet
a quiet waiting space
tomorrow
laughing playing working
together
every breeze confetti bright
against green grass
a crash a shout
again
chairs scrape wood
and on a blue screen
two grown men berate
each other and we
sigh like the breeze
scattering this
momentary sadness across
a carpet of red and gold
because our waiting
is nearly over and the quiet
space is shrinking
like ice in warming water
© 2020 by Hannah Six
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