June 9 AM
A walk All aboard The huff and puff of slow moving trainers Time is dozing like the sun waiting in the wing easing into its first développé, ready to perform its arabesque with its partner, the sky Perfume lingers in the air From the runway of necks and wrists of long stemmed ladies Wearied by winter The convalescence has begun Days are long But not as long as memory Where the reverie of sprinkler dancing The chamber music interplay of baseball And the chimes of Good Humor Are just as clear now As they were to Our mom and dad when they shared a front porch . hammock Swaying to their fidelity Ice floating in tumblers Cigarettes resting in the ashtrays we made Nested in contentment last night’s fight overruled by love They clung to the moment, just like they hold us in their ghost arms to this very day.