Longest day of the year has come
While sweet fresh picked strawberries stain small cheeks.
Hot nights, only a sheet tossed between, both windows open for soft, cross breeze.
Sun rise early, sleepy eyes open to the sound of cardinals singing, a peleated woodpecker pounding, drumming, steady.
After dinner boat rides, dinner on boat rides, tubing until moonrise
Third of July shenanigans, Five boats tied, One am scoot around cemetery point, two babies, Eleven & Eight, fall asleep to the hum of the motor.
Day Parading down main street, night Fireworks high in the sky, dancing, moving, reflecting. Hundreds of little red lights port, little greens lights starboard, stern white light, glows.
Grateful for scents of BBQ’s and for the echo of generations’ laughter, grateful for traditions and freedoms, grateful dead streaming, still.
Sunsets, South Manitou trips, Heritage trail glides, Neddow’s bay fridays.
Pea pods picked for snacking, potato stems over a foot tall, beets bigger than golf balls
Always other things tossing around, real life things but
Lala Land is sacred. She is special and she moves briskly
She doesn’t want you to miss it
In the very thick of it,