waiting for its daily treat of acknowledgment,
the sun creeps into place behind its protective clouds
glaring down at those still in their special places,
rain sits on the horizon trying to make up its mind
and the rattling of 2-cycle engines rolls through
the valley as lawns are being mowed and groomed;
time sits on the back porch with the elderly until
the sunless front porch is available, unable to
decide if it has gained or lost in the process...
we tie our kayaks to the fishing hooks of pontoon
boats that gently glide around the lake as the
pilot and its crew drink lemonade in the shade...
largemouth bass and catfish swim alongside hoping
we are messy eaters with the sun in our eyes...
sawyer and finn dance in our minds along the large
river that supports their crudely made raft and we
see them clearly until lost in the heavy fog...
the burning heat on our legs gives us the motivation
to move to the front and the process is long and
laborious, losing sight of our daydreams and all the
youthful memories it had brought about...
the day's door is shut tight as the sun disappears
leaving us to wonder who was next on its list...
the answer never arrives before the next day appears
and we are greeted by morning on our doorstep.
31 May 2022
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