Ball Locks

I picked the ball lock got them back at least for the day went outside….alone performed some unsupervised “manly” work. They had that familiar feel of old friends … reuniting on the playground dancing merrily to a shared rhythm. Oh, the thrill of it! The sashayed sway, subtly drawing up in a cold breeze, the tightness of the fight or flight tremor, love’s memory stiffening on the whim of fancied fantasy. DAMN!!!! The grass is cut hedges trimmed thorny roses pruned the smell of earth and sun and joy unfiltered through a mask. Just another day outside With the boys. John G. Lawless ©8/10/2021