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Fifteen Minutes

we never talked much
and now that I’m grown up
I don’t know what to say

and when I’d visit in Florida
it’s still our relative distance,
our relative quiet

I’d usually work on my laptop
either on the porch
or in the kitchen

I’d try to help with food
keep asking what you need from me
as I clean up the pans ad dishes

but you’d always say
when you work indoors
that you like to sit outside

for only fifteen minutes a day
and when you’d go outside
I’d join you

and we’d sit on the plastic
and metal chairs
in the end of your driveway

maybe talk to each other for a while
maybe you’d just tilt your head back
and soak in the sun

and I’d try to do the same
but every once in a while
I’d turn to see you there

eyes closed, resting in the sun
and just seeing you there
would make me feel better


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