End of the day

The cheesy chips sit
under thick gravy.
Nothing of consequence is
on the TV. A plastic Noah is
in my pocket, I can feel
his fake straw hat. I bet
he doesn’t worry
when his animals are sleeping.
Not everyone knows
when the floods are coming.

© Carl Burkitt 2022

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