When parents grow

Coughing, and noticing.


Taking the same route,


I walk.


I noticed a mother playing hackey sack in front of the post office.


I laughed, out loud.


Another single mom tagging her son around.

He has a fudge Popsicle ring around his mouth, mom holds a box, a large white box.

In my mind, she was sending it to her mother, or maybe grandmother, because she too is thinking the never noticed concrete space, today.



We used to wait, now we just go...