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the warm sun melt
on his arm as he carves
images from the clouds.
a cycle to the latest local
place for corn fritters,
grilled halloumi,
and a latte that could be sweeter.

an effortless conversation
with his wife:
what else is there to say after
seventeen years? the familiarity
comforting and not suffocating
on this monday morning in june.

let the influencers
name the latest trends,
find the most extreme adventures,
fill the gaping holes.

he’s got an appointment
to remove a cyst from his face
at two, an hour with a novel,
pool time, a nap, another meal,
a few stolen hugs and kisses
from his growing girls
and another night in the warm
embrace of domesticity
and a comfortable bed.  

this life-
an unrealsitic fantasy
for so many,
just another facile routine
at forty seven.