evenin’ time…

There was always somethin’ lonely ’bout evenin’ time…the way the sun lurks behind clouds on gray Autumn days just ‘fore supper…kids playin’ basketball in back alleys…hoops with no nets…leaves raked out to the curbs…the soggyness of the ground from the afternoon rain seeps into your shoes…it is evenin’ time…

And families gather at tables for dinner…some say prayers…others just dig right in…memories of family meals come to mind…cornbread and pinto beans that had been simmerin’ all day…chicken livers and gizzards fried in a black cast iron skillet…grease wiped out and poured into an empty soup can that sits next to the avocado seed on the back of the kitchen sink…that was my household growin’ up…that was my home…

We all did our part afterwards…dishes washed…table cleared…trash taken out…scraps placed in the dog’s bowl…nothing was wasted…nothing…

Now I walk through streets on November days…thinking of the past…the excitement of a Friday night football game…camp outs and night time fishin off a pier as the moon glowed…dad tyin’ bait to my line…coyotes howlin’…magic…there was magic back then…back then…

It is evenin’ time…and I am alone…

Published by: dmseay

The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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