Sitting at the top of the stoop,
Re-reading Patrick O’Brian.
Wearing sandals, no jacket,
Enjoying a lovely faux summer afternoon in April.
A Fed Ex truck parks a couple of houses down.
No packages for me but as he drives away
The Fed Ex man waves and smiles.
I wave and smile back, that’s our guy.
In this moment, he and I are not alone
And life is good.
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