Repair
with the day’s end
a dark evening before the stars
lying in the hammock
going over the failures and missed
opportunities to be a better father
trying to guess the next right answer
I look across the yard
to see my wife
framed in the sliding glass doors
as she looks out at me
fireflies lilt upward between us
I don’t have to see her face
to know she is lovely
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‘lilt’
Fantastic word choice there. Really brought the scene together for me. Thank you for sharing this.