Late here candles and
palm trees move as the wind blows.
Small ripples on the pool.
The kids circled and circled,
again and again in Hollywood.
Dizzying.
The good uncle tucked them in,
looked at them in their eyes.
Kisses on the forehead.
Adults now, gnawing
at each other.
There is no sympathy/empathy/apathy
with family.
Raw.
DVD.
Silence.
There are a few more hours of warm weather,
little kids,
adorable and hugs galore.
Before it is time to go back to
silence.
