glow

 

glow

slow sipping the

sea

wander the flickering

leaves through sun

beam shades

the picnic shore smile

in kodachrome tints of afternoons

as a child

big eyed the cicadas sing

grasshopper hunting

in the tall grass with

friends sandals

the mud rises through

the toes

till

mom calls us back to the

table

for hot dogs

and

go

inside

to wash your hands

while

Bar B Q

fills

the charcoal

soul

and

leave the dirt

under my nails.