Dusk.
Inside,
the lights are on.
Half
empty dishes to be cleared off tables set with fine linen, crystal, china,
silver.
Men
relaxing, reclining in dining room chairs at fully extended dining room tables.
Gesturing, smiling, talking serious business talk.
The
women, getting ready the sweets, the coffee, tea.
An assembly
line that loads the dishes, hand washes the platters, dries them, puts them
back where they belong.
Children,
playing; trying to find the hidden matzoh for a prize. Running, laughing,
chasing each other.
The
car, driving down the block, peeking in windows.
The
driver, just for tonight is envious of what is inside.


I've done the same thing while walking the dog. It's always fun to imagine the lives of others and make up stories for them. Depending on the day I have also felt that envy. Great topic.
ReplyDeleteAs a driver, you do sometimes catch glimpses of the ideal life...but things aren't always what they seem...our eyes only tell us part of the story...
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