the sounds of children playing

drift up through the floorboards

and travel up the basement stairs

the sound of the television drones on

one room over

I am sitting alone

as darkness falls

all around

listening

daydreaming

e-mailing

thinking

time to wash the floor

time to wash the turkey

time to cook the cranberries

time to cook the giblets

time to think about supper

for my family

tonight

I see the sun set 

through the front window

from pale gold on the horizon

to the palest of rose 

moving skyward

the houses and bare trees

stand out in silhouette

this is me

procrastinating

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