Time Bandit

The stone of my ambition
was chipped away
and weathered
until it looked like sand.

You find me on the beach
in a lounge chair
with a sci-fi book
under umbrella shade.

While we converse
you check phone notifications
seven times
and take a call.

While you look away from me
and into the screen
I returned to space criminals
trying to pull a digital bank heist.

You return to me looking upset
and state you must go
rescue a bald eagle
with a broken wing.

The memory of flying eagles
circles above my head
and I know when it dives for its prey
I will duck worried its me.

copyright © 2022 Kenneth P. Gurney

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