The Gazebo Out Front

This morning

After driving to work

I had to check to make sure I still had the gas cap for my car

I could have forgotten it at the gas station last night

But I did not

I could have forgotten

I'm glad I know


The small, dirty white gazebo out front

Is actually a bus stop for the handicapped and elderly

With slightly peeling paint and small pumpkins on the rails

That some local children left there for the holiday season


I've finished

With what I have to do

I made the decision, put in the work, and completed my tasks

What's left now it waiting

Enjoyment

Knowing that I will have to hold on

I may be asked to prove myself

To back it up

At some point

Once or twice

But through strength and determination I shall prevail

I am good with what I have done

And where I currently stand

The future will be amazing and wonderful

My choices will make this so

My deeds and actions will show

Through goodness

And grandiose of action

I stand proud


It's under the shade of a boisterous spruce tree

In the middle of a green triangle in the front of town hall

Both sides of the street and a nearby shop's lot are full of cars

The office is bustling with people carrying important documents into and out of


It takes time to get what you need

Not just living in the here and now

But planning for those small moments in the not too distant future

Calculations of small choices that may never happen

But are accounted for

Just in case

Together these pieces form a more complete picture

That's not too busy

To meet basic needs

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