Young Artist’s Patience
One knee on the grass. One foot on the grass. Frankie’s hands work the eraser over the page. Then he sets the ruler down and draws again. All his complaints about no AC — lost in his concentration. Cars drone by, a breeze stirs maple leaves and an American flag, a passing cotton ball eclipses the midday sun.
a pause to lie on the grass
and call out, “Hey Dad!”
more by FRANK J. TASSONE
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