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Throughout the late morning the cicadas and a chainsaw
air a steady arc and grind over the garden.
He sits with her on the small deck finishing his coffee, she
her tea, as the other two in the group have gone off for breakfast
in the next town over.
A sharp, permutable crack is opening across the tiny New York burg:
grainy vantages, 16mm, roads clogged
with the draped and loyal hordes only a year or two
away from a kind of Darwinian split between “casualty”
and “career-minded individual.”
But what of that legacy now, now that
he’s of an age to wonder about passings-on?
He takes her hand.
There’s too much to not do right now.
Ideas will waffle on a mostly silent drive
along the creeks and back roads.
And the swimming
or the hike only one in the group
is inclined or prepared to do
can wait.
She must be thinking that even in his lowest,
most drunken and dark moments
why he never finds the real pain in his chest,
the creeping,
that only now finds him
leaning against the door jamb
at 5:13 AM, wondering what the hell he’s
going to do with his hands.

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