a quiet house.
the birthday boy snuck off for a bike ride
with a friend (the one grounded by his wife)
to ride more than 10 miles from home.
me, I gardened with the house cleaner who sneezed
(me wondering if it was allergies or cocaine)
a few minutes studying the orbital debris environment
and a nap
I didn't write a card or buy a present
he doesn't care about that.
it's quiet, no friends at the house,
only a black dog on the couch
her head on my lap,
we toasted to his birthday
home-made cocktails, clink clink.
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