On the porch (but they don’t wave)

“Look at the clouds,”

he said,

his head tilted back,

and his hand

shading his eyes.

“They’re so white. ”

This didn’t need any explanation,

so none was offered.

We returned our focus

to our drinks

and let the awkwardness

consume us.

It was comforting.

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