Sunday, September 25, 2011

on the morning drive, every day

Boy in purple denim, riding his scooter to school. Swerves on and off the sidewalk; never looks for cars; never zips his backpack. Pencils and papers float behind him.

Long white fence, flowers of every color reaching high and in every direction. She thinks they're Cosmos, he thinks they're wildflowers, the tallest weeds.

Child's car seat, abandoned. Moss growing in the seat, seatbelt rusting, tipped over and irrelevant now.

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