like clockwork

like clockwork
the sun shines through the picture window
every afternoon
traveling with the shadow of the oak tree
my dog basked in the sunbeam
every afternoon
on the sofa
undetected by house rules
I shared space with the sunbeam
every afternoon
on the piano
practicing Joplin and Chopin
my dad lounged in the sunbeam
every afternoon
on the floor
legs outstretched, magazines in hand
my mom read in the sunbeam
every afternoon
in the chair
turning pages in a best seller
now, the dust mocks the daylight
every afternoon
as the sunbeam comes calling
but no one is home

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