two men ate lunch….
a father….a son….a mother gone….
pimento cheese sandwiches…
Pepsi and chips the color orange…

the son spoke slowly….fractured speech….took deep swigs of pop…
cleared his hoarse throat…
asked for more….

wanna go for a ride, the old man asked….
the kid nodded his head in agreement….smiled….

maybe we could go look for mom….what’d you think?….

maybe, the man-child responded, maybe so….