(2) I Look for Them
Jul. 5th, 2016 04:46 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thisnewdayI look for them, and I see no one, nothing. No rusted, ancient bicycle moving along the grassy ridge. No large, yellow dog, head down, unleashed, unsteadily followed.
No swirl of white tennis dresses on the court. No cars driven up along the curb and parked. No casual walk, from the house across the street or from the one two houses down the block.
I look for them and wonder, whether any of them are left. It's been, what, five years or more since I saw the one I took to be his daughter, with the dog. And more than ten, since I last saw all of them together. The old friends. The ones who knew each other when.
I look for them, and listen for their voices.
I think, now, that I must sit more quietly here. Sit quietly and see if, in this silence, there may come some random movement.
Out there, among the trees. Unseen by anyone on the street, at the corner of my eye...
LPK
LiveJournal
7.5.2016
No swirl of white tennis dresses on the court. No cars driven up along the curb and parked. No casual walk, from the house across the street or from the one two houses down the block.
I look for them and wonder, whether any of them are left. It's been, what, five years or more since I saw the one I took to be his daughter, with the dog. And more than ten, since I last saw all of them together. The old friends. The ones who knew each other when.
I look for them, and listen for their voices.
I think, now, that I must sit more quietly here. Sit quietly and see if, in this silence, there may come some random movement.
Out there, among the trees. Unseen by anyone on the street, at the corner of my eye...
LPK
LiveJournal
7.5.2016
