I have been with my father to the place
He was born and spent his first six months.
A stone-fitted cottage
High in the hills
sticks as art
The 6:00 AM walk to the lakeshore
To bathe and swim.
This morning a different route through the still-shaded fields
race track
Anticipation.
Country music upbeat bounce.
“Callin’ all you cowboys, these ladies want to dance.”
my child has a child
My child
Has a child
I hold a baby with skin that’s clean and fresh
a walk with emily
Spindly fir tree
Set amongst the baby’s breath
And some other white flower I don’t know
The name of.