I’m watching the orange hat man in the
red flannel shirt and black gloves drink beer and toss corn hole.
His game partner is more pale of skin,
wearing Lions jacket and a black hat. I suspect he is a Ryan or Chad,
possibly a Todd.
The lattice fence behind them holds the
picket porch at arm’s length.
A burst of laughter erupts. Orange hat
guy has the orange bag that he curls in circles in his hand.
When he releases the bag at the top of
the arch, his hand is like a painting in a city-scape for urban
A smolder plumes lightly with the
breeze that precedes the storm threatening the evening hours.
Flap-flap hat and baseball cap are
covering up the fire or adding up a larger stash.
Orange hat guy lights up a smoke. He
has…HOLY BLAZES of black smoke and Christmas trees!
They’re all watching it burn. The pine
tar smoke rises thick with quick and danger because the speed
They’re up by the garage where I
sometimes pass at night.
They’re pouring more gas. I’m slightly
afraid of the large tree within wind distance from their need to
Flap-flap hat guy is smoking a
cigarette. He has a mustache. He reminds me of my brother and his
friends before the military.
Baseball hat guy wears his brim forward
and sports a full beard and mustache set neatly trimmed. Probably
Corn hole continues. Black and orange teams throw up-handed and across board.
Black hat dude just pissed by the
garage with his back to me. His shoulders shook as he finished.
Orange hat dude paraded through the
back yard with a baby in pink jacket and red polka dot dress. She
flew above the fence.