on a cool dry weekend afternoon about a year ago
i took the dog to the school
near the house i used to share with my wife
to play frisbee.
lori was shopping for dishes with my mother.
sitka and i were mostly alone on the playground.
my fingers grew cold
reaching for the wet muddy frisbee
over and over and over.
i never quite understood those dishes
they were rectangular.
lori has them now.