Roger D. Jones
New Braunfels, Texas, USA

September 12. School Days

I go out to pick up our child from middle school. It's hot, early fall. There's a long line of cars in the pick-up line; the kids aren't out yet. My windows are down. A light breeze puffs through. The clanking floats across from a pile driver striking stone in a field where a new addition of the school will go up.

I am almost in a drowse. Easy to lose track of the days, and time that is routine, uneventful, serviceable, and laggard.

cat curled
on a kid's backpack

morning rush