Rhapsody

//05: move.

the next day,
i bring a stool with me and sit on it as i draw.

i don't hear his truck coming until it is too late.

he doesn't even bother getting this time;
instead, he rolls down his window
and pokes his head out.

"move!"

he shouts.

i ignore him.

a few minutes later he jumps out of his truck,
and exhilaration and satisfaction runs through my body
like lightning.

it all disappears when he stands directly in front of me
and snaps his fingers in my face.

"move."

i glare at him.

"you're blocking my view."

he looks around us, then
stares at me incredulously.

"your view of what? the ocean?"

"maybe."

"don't you see that every day from your house?
you live in that blue house there,
                                                            don't you?"

"yes.
         and yes."

"so why are you sitting in the middle of the road?
just go back home."

"no."

he gets back into his red pickup truck,
b a c k s   u p ,
                            and drives back the way he came.

i feel slightly guilty.