It’s not what he thought it
would be, these hours at home
with no gravel sticking in his
back; sure it was cold and difficult.
Sure he worked long hours.
But the useless drawl of daytime
personalities and the arranging
of pieces on the checkerboard
hold no fire for him these days.
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