Excerpt #12, Rocking-Chair Moon


It’s a long drive home in the Beetle car
with traffic bunched up all around us and
Grandpa hunched over the steering wheel
not chuckling out any jokes
and Grandma not telling him
he’s following too close even when he is,

Grandma not saying anything,
just sitting in her tall front seat,
staring and sighing out the open window
while the wind sighs back at her.

Inside, I sigh too.

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