Worn down to acceptance, the flip flops are removed from the wiffle ball locker. An end to sports camp pick-ups appears in sight.
Peace needs to be made with bananas again
and so the affair with blueberries and peaches fizzles out.
Polo shirts are intermittently donned
when confronted by a draw full of faded tees.
TV’s allure overtakes citronella
candles on the patio. And baseball is eclipsed by football.
Grilled chicken becomes tasteless and
a temporary inability to ingest iced tea ensues.
The running trail to the schoolyard is
rediscovered and the road to the beach seems distant.
Writing in the basement may top reading
by sunset and pouring over a schedule may keep a wine glass empty.
Unraveling the hose seems like a chore.
And the stage is set when four X’d
out tennis balls have crossed my path on the workbench.
© 2014 Christopher’s Views
