Thursday, July 5, 2012

Recovery from Lasik

I made the pizza, cracked open the beer.
He sat on the porch swing.
She jumped in his lap to offer assurances
that he would be able to walk her soon,
sooner than he dreamed of,
sooner even that I dreamed of, as I grabbed
the poopie bags for the third time today
as we headed out the door.

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