Live at Five
Have you ever wondered what that guy was doing about thirty minutes ago?
He’s on the news right now, his cap perched atop the crown of his head.
Slightly sweaty t-shirt, a bit stretched at the neck but tucked neatly into his pants.
We’re workin’ on it, he says–
It’s all he can say right now, for the reporter who looks at him with intent eyes, nodding, then back to the camera for what she hopes is a quick cutaway.
Her hair shimmers in the artificial light of the camera, and the flames,
and the trucks.
Perhaps this man was at home with his wife no more than thirty minutes ago.
Perhaps they were watching one of those crime dramas.
CSI, I think.
Then the tones sounded, and he knew–she knew–he might not come back.
But his most trying situation tonight is talking to the reporter, who makes him feel unkempt.
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