White washed jeans;
cowboy boots encircled by the bottoms.
Silver hoop earrings beneath a stetson hat,
hiding hazel eyes from the March sun.
Periwinkle cotton blouse, plain.
Cafe on the corner.
Stop in; cappuccino with oat milk.
Go to church and visit the florist en route home.
Carnations and baby’s breath; situated gingerly,
on the driftwood coffee table. Brother is visiting.
Chattering with him about memories of memories.
Mother’s drawings, father’s woodworking.
Goings ons with extended relatives; new babies,
scandals from mom’s side. Great aunt has passed away,
and her children are bickering over the inheritance.
As the hour gets later,
and the conversation dwindles,
he leaves and says goodbye.
Flowers offered for his wife.
He politely accepts.
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