The parallels of wooden window frames
Race up the sides of luminescent figures
While the blinds sway microscopically in a
Not a breath blowing
Posed like dolls,
Arms akimbo, and
Noses imprinted on the foggy glass.
(Father and Son expected home)
7:00 and a shudder races down one and up the other -
Vibrating with shared electricity.
Light and dark, one tall
And wearing laugh lines, while
The other stands solid and small, tiny
Chin resting on the flaking sill.