showing off some shine

in this end-of-summer dusk —

eggplant

lying in our bed

listening to the crickets

check on each other

morning bike ride

past a grate and rushing sounds

of last night's rain

fifty years later

my father remembers

a smaller “we” than mine

so small, in the end,

to have caused all that fuss —

uninvited bat

(HT @sassafrasmama)

caught in the thistles

at the side of the road —

fading smell of skunk

sometimes we don’t know

the last time we do something

that it’s the last time

(for M.R.)

not understanding
but giving in anyway —
the urge to kneel

friendly raccoons

once again checking our trash

for treasure