Slamming Doors
windstorm
comes and goes
without rain
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© Steve Mitchell 2024
windstorm
comes and goes
without rain
——
© Steve Mitchell 2024
Siri, Siri, in my hand, who’s the fairest in the land?
Alas.
—-
nodding off –
his phone falls
from his hand
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© Steve Mitchell 2024
not yet summer –
why yes, it is hot
enough for me
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© Steve Mitchell 2024
warm afternoon –
his tongue works a bit of lunch
stuck in his teeth
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© Steve Mitchell 2024
longer days –
he almost forgets
the headlights
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© Steve Mitchell 2024
spring evening –
he tries to see the
northern lights
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© Steve Mitchell 2024
earlier sunrise –
throughout the house
the smell of coffee
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© Steve Mitchell 2024
here in the future
a spring breeze
and no jetpack
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© Steve Mitchell 2024
Heads,
I get my wish.
Tails,
I don’t.
he flips a coin
into the air
over the rail
and
down
into
the
river
*plunk*
he waits
he ponders
he wonders
——
© Steve Mitchell 2024