kneeling backwards in the big green chair
my two-year-old restless under my arm
waiting for cars and trucks to drive past the window

"cah" he shouts as the dark landscape remains unchanged
then "gruck", then again "cah"

a faint glow hovers over the street at the edge of our vision
then headlights appear moving swiftly closer
"cah" "cah" "cah" "gruck"

the engine's song quickly fades from the empty street
our heartbeats settle into place
"cah"

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