Lazy Afternoon

In the suburbs where biblical names
and their derivatives flourish
and for sport we read lost-pet signs
and speculate as to the animal’s demise
(My favorite is coyotes)
And we judge the owner’s loneliness
by the size of their reward
I sit out back and watch my son
blow bubbles on the tree-shaded deck
I find myself rooting for the bubbles
as they escape on the warm summer breeze
I know that once they clear the roof
their potential is limitless

Jason Fisk lives and writes in the suburbs of Chicago. He has worked in a psychiatric unit, labored in a cabinet factory, and mixed cement for a bricklayer. He was born in Ohio, raised in Minnesota, and has spent the last 25 years in the Chicago area. His website:

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