December 22
Nothing new under the sun. Tea is falling through the infuser again. I look out back instead. The lake in my yard is becoming talkative. Through the closed window: "There will always be the evidence of the weather." Long ago we put away our political signs. We listen to each other's intonation. There are no real clues. There never have been. I drink my tea, enjoy it more and more less and less.
CP
Eric Burke is a computer programmer in Columbus, Ohio. His writing has appeared in elimae, qarrtsiluni, PANK, A cappella Zoo, Emprise Review, Word Riot, among others. You can read his blog at http://anomalocrinus.blogspot.com/
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