We sit and we watch the birds, the groundhog, and the turkeys.
We recount the moments shared over suppers long before.
We linger over dessert.
I listen to the things that happened before I was born.
I had not heard some of these stories.
I know more now.
We laugh together.
We are quiet and look off into the trees, pretending to follow something
Other than our own thoughts.
The clock, the heat, the restlessness.
Something makes us move from the table
Drifting back to chores, to phones, to the present.
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