Later On

Blues music plays softly and we chillax in the gazebo

Soft drinks are our game and we sip slowly on them

playing with ice cubes over snatches of each others eyes.

Later on, we lounge out our feet over each other

and laugh at our command of rituals owned by us

at our tender age. While we can’t go all the way, we go far enough.

Dutifully we acknowledge our position and get back to the house by three.

Where we are small again, aged somewhere between ten and sixteen.

Published by Andrew Mark Watkins

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