No One at Home by Tina Hudak
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No One at Home
Some years are tough. The battery grinds and grinds, yet refuses to start. The foot bears down on the gas pedal relentlessly. Sheer will offers nothing to alleviate the situation. This summer, the car goes into the barn and the doors close.
This summer, she sits, expecting nothing. Accepting whatever or whomever comes her way. She may even offer a chair, or a cool drink, or a fluffy pillow to rest one's head. This summer she lets up on the gas pedal and its omens, allowing herself to drift in and out of sentences or pencil lines. On a whim. Or, she meanders. Some days, along the white clover just beginning to flower underneath the shade trees, or along the street curbs, looking for discarded gems to shine like the bluejays she so loves.
Yes, this year is tough. The door to the barn remains closed. She can wait.
The staccato sounds
of woodpecker pecking
then, a car engine grinds.
© Tina Hudak
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| Tina Hudak |
Tina Hudak is a writer-artist in the Washington, D.C. area. She has works included in The Library of Congress and Harvard Art Library, and with small press publications in the U.S. and overseas. Visit TinaOpines and A Blue Bunny Studio on Wordpress.
Thank you, Tina Nord, for the beautiful photo accompanying my piece. I don't know how you knew that I just love bluejays!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Tina Nord, for the lovely image accompanying my writing. How did you know I love bluejays??
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