Out at the In-laws 19
T’was a Goldilocks day
green leaves, blue sky, sweet honey sun.
Dead Man’s Curve 90-degree right
slings us hour east
as Cannonball Adderley and Miles Davis
mile us on.
Pa-law’s talking of walking and watching
sitting the land through shadings of season
“Excepting the deadfall of winter.”
Tasting Ma-law’s dish,
“Potato salad’s long been in my life.”
“T. S. Eliot? How?”
“Huh? What do you mean?”
“You said T. S. Eliot.”
“I said potato salad.”
“Close enough.”
Bro-law slideshows his shades of Iraq
remembering Memorial Days done.
In beehive inspection I finally see
my first Queen Bee laid eggs.
I paddle my first small pond canoe ride
with 4-year young boy 7-year old girl
searching for yellow wood ducks.
Put hand through thick spider webbed box
into last year’s fall honey
guarded by black body blob.
Drive back as
Dodge car emblem shades into Rogue,
yellow white flowers become bread & butter,
and glow puffs explode in the sun.
Dean Man’s Curve six hours later
90 degree left finally welcomes us home.
– Smith, 5.31.2016
