The table lies abandoned and neglected suffocating fresh blades of grass.
The blistering sun's arms chip away at the decaying paint. The only
attention it receives is from a colony of black ants which infest the
cracks and crevices. This splintered wooden table once had a life, when
it provided rest under the shadow of an umbrella made of orange tree
leaves, where grapefruit pits replaced ants and banana peels adorned the
surface like a table cloth.
We spent countless summer days sitting on this wooden table,
seats reserved for both brothers, grandpa and me. These were never
permanent, and needed periodic rotation in fear that my grandpa would
break through the center and fold us up inside. The table provided a view
of the entire backyard, beginning with the half-empty pool, to the
half-flooded surrounding concrete. From this look-out point my younger
brother surveyed his sprouting tomato plant and I could supervise my
cardboard lizard motel,......
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