two weeks left

she floated up the brick steps to me.

‘daddy!’ she called, smiling –

the afternoon air thick with sweet magnolia.

i knelt down and received her with a smacking of lips.

‘how was your day?’ i asked.

‘awesome,’ she said. ‘let’s have popsicles.’

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Writer. Father to daughters. Husband. Ad man. Raised by wolves. @jmitchem on twitter. First novel, Minor King, out now.